My heart is racing, and so am I. Except it's not a race. I'm racing around trying to find the nearest door or hideaway.
My mind is all over the place: regretting the last ten minutes, feeling guilty for leaving Jane standing in line by herself. I try not to think about that and remember why I'm running. He's only a couple yards behind me. I thought. My sneakers pound heavily on the concrete as I am trying to escape what I know is to come.
I can tell I'm in a place I shouldn't be because it's the back of the building that is holding the boys. The reason my sister is in line.
"Joey, it was nothing! Leave me alone!" I scream to the monster galloping behind me. No answer. He's nowhere close. I pause for a second to catch my breath, until I hear faded trots getting louder. I break off into a sprint again and notice a door to the building that is cracked open and I go with my gut instinct. Shouldn't there be a guard here or something? I slowly open the door and peek inside. Just a hallway.
"Elizabeth!?"
I jump inside and shut the door, enclosing myself in the mysteriously empty corridor. I start jogging down the oneway room. Turning down another hallway, I see lights coming from several doors at the end of the hall. I start walking, trying not to draw attention to myself, until I almost run into a blonde boy turning from an intersecting hallway. I look behind him as some movement catches my eye, and see the guard that should have been standing by that door. He is on the floor trying to separate two other boys.
"Hi!" Exclaims the blonde, "I'm Niall!"
I panic, thinking I would get in trouble, and run further down the hall, darting into the last room on the left. I turn around and shut the door, kneel down and rest my forehead on the door. I hear feet running in the same manner as the ones I'm running from, and my heart skips a beat when I distantly hear the familiar, "Hi! I'm Niall!" No. He's here.
"Hello Beautiful." A voice behind me makes me spin around and I let out a little scream that is quickly muffled by my own hand.
There, standing in front of me, is a boy, about my age, who must have just gotten out of the shower, because he has absolutely no clothes on. Only his hand is between my innocent eyes and his man zone. But his hair isn't wet; wait, why is he naked?! "Oh my-,"
THUD!
The door I am now sitting in front of, trembles, making me jump to my feet.
"Wot's that?" The curly haired boy asks as he grabs a towel to wrap himself in. He walks over to the door and I back up slowly.
"No! Please don't op-," but it is too late.
"What the hell is going on here?!" His brown eyes looking blacker than ever, bulging and red, looking from me, to curly-cue, to his towel. He starts toward me with rage in his eyes, and luscious locks trying to stop him. More running footsteps from the hall, only a lot more this time. I sit on the floor in a corner facing the wall, huddle in a ball leaning my right side against the wall, protect my head with my arms, and wait for what's to come.
Then in comes.
Sudden force in my left side and gut ripping pain. The ones that follow are unevenly timed apart, as if he is being held back. My head is dizzy, ears are ringing, and I can feel my temperature rising. The final blow is to my head, knocking me unconscious, freeing me from feeling.