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It was a dark and misty night, the perfect time for going hunting. The others refused to go with with me, they didn't like the weather so I set off myself.
The man took me by the arm and grabbed the other 3 with his other arm, why was I singled out.
I thought about her for the rest of the day. I wondered why someone would lock her in a room for so long. It was almost like even though she knew nothing she knew everything.
Nora, she was just one unfortunate little girl. One little girl who got pushed into a world of dark secrets. She hadn't even seen the blue of the sky.
She wandered around the dark hallways, aimlessly. The cold seeping through the numerous cracks in the walls, her skin coated in goosebumps. Yet oanother night in this house.
A bright light filtered through Quinn's sleep, rousing her from its dark, restless depths. 'She's awake, sir.' It was the voice Quinn dreading hearing every time she returned to herself.
She gasped as the frigid water rushed into her lungs, suffocating her. Her mind was spinning. Her thoughts were running together, whatishappeneningamigoingtodie?someonehelpme.
*hmmmm.... Not quite sure of how to do this one. If this is crap let me know* The next time the girl awoke, she immediately noticed she was in a different room.
The light twitched and flickered as it shook. He sat squarely at a wooden table that had hundreds of names scratched into it, messages of warning and despair. He took no notice.
*Ok. Had one person comment on it so I will try and write the first part. It may take a while.* The girl slowly started to open her eyes.
Look at that Leopard, Look at the pain in its eyes, Look at its tatty, overwashed fur, Please, set it free. Look at that Leopard, Look at the scabs on its paws, Hear its cries, Please, set it free.
The glass was clear, so he could see them observing him. However, this glass was different, it was stopping him sensing them, knowing them, being in control.
Please say what you think no oh that was good when you thought it was rubbish truth.
It's been almost a month since I woke up. Can't remember anything before then. There's twenty of us in this room, barely enough room for us to stand in.
Daisies lined the grave. All I could do was stare. The wall was too thick, too hard, too firm.