Oh man. I did something real dumb. See, I was against the door, the only exit out of my room, and trying to find that weak spot. I don't know how people find a weak spot on anything, but I was feeling the door for half an hour before I decided to try something different. I got up, and kicked it. Real hard. I mean, REAL hard. Totally smashed my foot through the rotting wood and scarped my ankle pretty bad pulling it back in. It wasn't a solid oak door that you have to like, hack with an axe to get through. It was a regular door, like the one you might see in a regular suburban house. And I had just crashed my foot through it.
After that, it was not too hard to just shake it open. He may have locked it but he didn't anticipate anyone pushing it till it opened.
So I finally escaped the damned room. With its clean but musty old couch, and flickering light bulb, and now, vase pieces shattered all over the floor. The floor gave me splinters anyway.
I was now down a real long hallway, my door being the only one I could see. Till I turned the corner and saw an new hallway filled with doors. I only had my shirt with the short sleeves on, I have no idea where my hoodie had gone, so I was kind of cold walking down hallway after hallway. Some door had noises behind them, like, people talking or loud wails or something really really awful, so I didn't want to open them. I think I was crying the whole way down the hall.
The halls themselves were...really...god I cant explain it. They smelled like...rotting meat sometimes...they went from extreme cold to sweltering heat. I could swear I can just found my way into hell. I walked through rooms...I thought the skinned man was horrible. I saw people, lying on tables with they backs split open, I saw cages, I spent so long just running to avoid the screams of people asking for help.
Its hard for me to even write this without shaking so bad...
They hung from the ceiling, on the walls...I got sick thinking that I was carried down this far amid all those people...how was he able to stand this?
I lost it at one point. I was crawling (I couldn't walk, I had to crawl out of those rooms) through this one room and tried to ignore the blood dripping down one entire wall but I started screaming. Really hard. I must have been doing it for a while because the next thing I remember is that someone was turning me over (I was on my stomach). It was HIM, and he was pulling me to my feet. His hands kept slipping off my arms; he had blood all over them and they were slick. I fought to keep down my burger.
So there we are, he has his arms around my abdomen and I'm being carried, again, down the hallways. He was talking to me, asking me questions, talking about everything and anything, while I'm too doped up to respond. And it hurt. He was really crushing my stomach.
He put me down once I stopped kicking and I stumbled ahead of him and he guided me through rooms.
Now it where it got fuzzy. I saw blurs and heard muffled yells...and woke up back in a little room.
This one is different. It doesn't have a couch, but a little mattress. It has a book self of sorts, and a single yellow light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Otherwise, its pure darkness.
I wish I had remembered some of what he was saying.
(one sleep cycle later)
So he came down earlier today. With my backpack.
"You stay in this room," he said as I cowered in the corner of the room, "because if you get out again, I'm just going to kill you. I don't care what you say to me." he was pacing the room when he talked, and now he came up real close to my face, and whispered to me.
"I know you can hear me. You think you can hide behind her. I wont put up with you for much longer."
What the hell? Lets talk then.
"I don't know what your talking about," I said, or tried to say. I don't know how it came out but he seemed to understand.
"Of course not," he said standing up over me, "you cant hear it." he tapped his temple with his index finger. "I'm sorry miss Hailey. Sorry you have to...be the vessel. I thought I was...the only one around here. If it makes you feel any better," he concluded, backing up to the door, "I don't want to have to kill you."
Gee. Thanks.