You have NO idea how long this took me to get right, and then publish on this damn website in a way that I was content with! ¬¬
A shrill scream pierced the silence.
Joanne sat up in her bed, trying to figure out if she'd been dreaming or not.
"OH GOD, NO. PLEASE NO."
She was definitely awake. Throwing back her covers, she crossed her room and slid her door open, just enough for a single beam of light to penetrate the darkness of her room. Peaking through the crack, she saw her parents and older brother crowded round the thresh-hold of her sisters room. Her mothers body was shaking with sobs. Her father stood unmoving. Joanne flung open her door and approached her family. "What's going on?" She asked, unto unhearing ears. "Daddy?" She tugged at her fathers pyjama bottoms, still recieving no reply. Getting slightly irritated, she made to push her way through the small crowd, when she found a cool hand being placed over her eyes and her feet departing the floor. She began to flail, until the person removed their hand and she found herself in her brothers room.
"Where's Casey?" Joanne demanded.
Chris looked around his room, looking for a way out of his youngest sisters question.
"She's going to the hospital." He finally answered.
"Why?"
"Because she's not well."
"Has she got a cold?" Joanne asked, tilting her head slightly. "Because I had a cold and -"
"No," Chris cut her off. "I don't know what's wrong with her, but she's going to hospital to get better." Joanne looked at her older brother curiously before sitting beside him and cuddeling up to him. It didn't take her long to fall into another slumber. Chris put a protective arm around his little sister and waiting on his parents to return from talking to the paramedics. And the police.
It was several hours, before he heard the front door being shut and locked. A pair of footsteps ascended the staircase and opened his door. His parents stood in his door way, pale-faced and shaking. Chris gently shook Joanne awake as his parents sat on his bed.
"Is Casey better?" Joanne asked, rubbing her bleary eyes. "Did the hospital make her okay again?"
Their father shook his head, and tears welled in their mothers eyes.
"Casey's ...Not going to get better, honey. She's with the angels now."
Chris let out a groan, before attacking the nearest wall. His father sprang up, trying to calm the distraught boy down, while Joanne cuddled up to her mother.
"How did Casey get to be with the angels?" She asked, a single tear rolled down her cheek, and Chris collapsed to the floor, his fathers arms still around him. His grunts dissolved into sobs.
Her mother wrapped her arms around the six-year old and burried her face in her childs hair, before replying
"She died in her sleep."
Joanne hugged her mother back, only to find she had become stiff and cold. Looking up, she reeled back in horror, her family had become corpses. She fell off her mothers lap, her now sixteen year old self's weight, to heavy for the rotting corpse. She braced herself for the impact, but it didn't happen. She was falling through darkness, she screamed in spite of herself, when she finally hit a concrete flooring with a painful thump. Getting to her feet, she dusted herself off and looked around the more than familiar boiler room, with it's maze of pipes and snaking chains, suspended from the ceiling.
"Goddamn, here again?" She muttered, making her way through the maze, looking for an exit. She soon found herself in the heart of the establishment, where the cold boiler stood. Folding her arms, she rolled her eyes and sighed. She'd tried the right corridor last night, so left was the way to go. There had to be an exit somewhere. She'd reached the mouth of the corridor when the sound of a sizzling fire being stoked reached her ears. She looked over her shoulder, to see the usually cold boiler, roar into life. The tempreature of the room quickly increased and she felt perspiration slide down her back. She sprinted down the corrioder, her arms protectivly around her head, as the heated steam issuing from the pipes obscuered her vision. She soon found herself on the floor. Squinting up to see what she'd banged into, she cursed at the wall. A dead end. Scrambling back to her standing position, she doubled back, reaching the boiler in half the time it had taken her to run from it. Heart racing, she looked around for another way out.
SCREEECH. A horrific noise, of metal on metal filled the air, causing Joanne to slap her hands to her ears and let out a wail. Just when she thought her brain might implode from the sudden noise, it stopped. She dropped her hands and scanned the room for the source, but found nothingness. She had a feeling, however, she wasn't alone. As if to confirm her thoughts, a laugh filled the air. The laugh made the hair on the back of Joanne's neck stand on end, and goosepimples break over her arms. Her eyes still scanning the room, she back away slowly and turned, ready to run, when someone grabbed her shoulders and began to shake her. She screamed, and the sound of a clanging bell filled the hair. She succumed to the darkness over-coming her.
A/N: So this is my first ever NOES Ff (: I know, the indtroduction sucks, but my imagination levels are dangerously low, for a writer. :( I only dared write this because I succumbed to a new level of bored. Anyway, I'd greatly appreciate comments on your thoughts and how to improve. But, remember, criticize, but don't be rude.