Disclamier: I don't own Twilight
Author's note: I want to thank Valle for correcting it (even if it was one word). I hope you'll get your inspiration soon! And I hope you all will enjoy the story!
Walking and walking. When will I ever stop? I don't want to do this anymore but what choice do I have?
Escape.
That's what I need but how?
There is no way I would be able to get out of here. There is no exit in sight. Just walls, walls and corridors. Corridors and walls. No windows no door. I'm beginning to become insane.
Step, step, step.
Around a corner only to see a corridor that looked exactly like the one before. When will this end?
Step, step, step.
The bright white walls where making me become insane. I don't want to see them anymore but I had to if I was going to get out of here.
Halls, halls, only halls. All these halls…
Step, step, step.
The halls are growing taller, or am I growing smaller? The walls are towering over me. They are getting higher and higher, wider and wider. Or am I getting smaller and smaller?
Run.
Step-step-step.
Frantic steps. My own frantic steps are echoing through the corridor.
Corridors, corridors, corridors with no exits. No doors, no windows.
White walls, white halls, white corridors, white floors, white light, white ceiling, my white clothes, my now white skin. The only thing that's was not white was my hair. My brown hair.
Step, step, step.
I got tired of running. I was too exhausted to continue.
Maybe I could sit down for a minute?
I almost fell down on the ground and I curled up into a ball. A position that may give me a little comfort.
It didn't work.
Just a minute…, I thought as my eyes closed.
The white disappeared only to be consumed by darkness. In this case darkness was better.
I must have fallen asleep.
I got up from my position on the floor and took a step forward.
Brightness, it's making me blind.
Step, step, step.
Just keep walking and everything will be fine…
But keep walking where?
Which direction, right or left?
Does it really matter?
Doors, windows that are what I search but I don't find anything like that. Why isn't there any here?
White.
Everything is too bright. It's hurting my eyes.
Now the walls are getting closer and closer. Soon I would be smashed on this white floor. I curled into a ball with tears streaming down my face. I rocked back and forth softly.
I don't want to be here.
I closed my eyes tightly and tried to think of something happy. I couldn't find anything. All I remember was these white halls. I opened my eyes only to see that the walls where normal again.
I let out a shaky breath of relief.
I stood up and continued walking.
Step, step, step.
Corridors, corridors, corridors.
Halls, halls, halls.
Walls, walls, walls.
White.
Walk, just walk. That why you'll find an escape and get out of here…
An exit. I have to find an exit.
Corridors.
"Let me out of here!"
"Wake up!" someone screamed.
I jolted and saw my husband, Edward, staring worriedly down at me. I was covered in cold sweat and the sheets were wildly tossed around the bed. I stared at him in fright, my dream's fear still hung like a cloud in my head.
"Was it that nightmare again?" he asked.
I nodded. All I seemed to remember of the dream was the words escape, run, white and corridors. I can't remember more than that.
"It always gives me a strange feeling", I whispered shakily to him. "It's seems too real but I still can't remember everything. It's scaring me."
"I'm sure it's nothing to worry about, it's just a silly dream", Edward said in a try to comfort me.
Somehow I think it's more than that, I thought frightened.
A new memory from the dream crashed into my head, it echoed slightly;
"Let me out of here!"
Thanks for reading!
/J