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Sandra panted as she peeked around the cool stone corner of the prison. Her hands clammed up at the thought of locking a poor child in a place like this. Sandra swallowed hard, her mouth dry from when she had first stepped foot into the erie building. She took a quiet step forward towards the cell containing a small girl slumped in the dark corner, sleeping probably. She parted her lips, moist from the perspiration that had formed. Just as Sandra was going to inch forward, the girl spoke. She didn't move, but the voice was obviously there. Sandra hadn't lost her mind--yet, anyway.
"You aren't supposed to be here, you know." The figure in the corner still hadn't moved a muscle. Sandra froze, the girl hadn't even moved, and she was pretty sure she was being quiet. How could she have noticed Sandra's presence...? Sandra opened her mouth, but all that came out was a quiet crack of her voice. The small girl finally moved her head, the chain around her neck clinking.
"Why are you still here...?" the voice spoke again. Where was it really coming from? It was a child's voice, but not from the figure infront of her. The room did echo, so perhaps that was it...Sandra cleared her throat and stood straight.
"Listen, I...well, I'm not really okay with this so,..I'm breaking you out." Sandra said in her raspy voice. The figure raised, chains clinking along with each movement. It limped over to the bars, grunting quietly from the ache of its tired muscles. A small girl, her pale blonde hair covering her face. She gripped the bars and lifted her head. Sandra's eyes widened at the sight. The girl had exotic sapphire eyes, bordered with long black lashes. Although her skin was too, pale and dirty, her cheeks were rosey. Her lips, though, you would've expected sweet, delicate features, yet the girl's mouth was...frowning. It was hideous, her brows wrinkled angrily, her face frozen in a permanent scowl. Sandra gaped and ran towards the cell.
"What did they do to you? What's wrong?" Sandra's voice cracked, she was expecting an excited, relieved face. Happy, or emotionless at least! This reaction was awful, though! The girl's eyes didn't leave Sandra's, very intimidating. She stopped in her tracks. What is wrong with this kid?, she thought. The girl's face dropped, the voice spoke again.
"What do you mean, 'What's wrong with me?' People are going to ask that about you, soon, you know." Sandra stared, the girl's lips hadn't even twitched other than the frown deepening. Her head whipped around, searching for the source of the voice. Was there someone else in the room? Sweat formed on Sandra's head. Had she been hallucinating? Hearing things? Her head whipped around repeatedly, soon, a snapping noise broke the silence. Finally, the corners of the girl's mouth turned upward into a sweet smile. Maybe she had thought of things getting better. A happy thought, perhaps...or maybe the fact that Sandra lie on the stone floor infront of her, neck distorted, mouth hanging limp.
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 bhnopq · Mon Mar 29, 2010 @ 10:01pm · 0 Comments |
