LIVE
Kiki was almost there. Two more steps and he back would be against the door. The wires twist and turned in her wrist but if she stopped she knew she couldn't't start again. A wire popped and flung loose as she neared the door. A small creak echoed behind her. She looked at her progress to see the door frame she had just walked through. The light form the boiler room was the only thing to light the narrow corridor that she had walked and unknown but long distance into. Where was was now the light barley light. The tightness grew stronger and another wire popped. This time, it hurt like all Hell.
"Sonuvabitch!" she screamed up wards as she went tumbling back. All the wires popped loose and the door opened before it caught her. She hit asphalt backward with the sun shining in her face. She struggled to rise to her feet doing her best not to use her hands. A lady passing the alley noticed her and ran to her.
"Oh my gosh, honey, what happened?" Kiki tried to answer but instead cried silent tears. "Come with me, we'll get you help." The lady placed her hand on the small of Kiki's back and lead her to the street and across the street to a hospital.
The Next Day...
Kiki smiled as she saw Mark enter the room with her two little girls. "Mommy!" They ran to her side hugging her arms. "Does this hurt," one asked with a large whelp across her face, "Daddy said to be easy with you because you got hurt."
"No sweetie," Kiki replied. "It's just mommy's hands."
"Hey kids, why don't you go talk to you're uncle about getting you some ice cream." The girls ran off laughing to the waiting room for their promised ice cream. Mark walked over and sat next to his wife and sat on her bed.
"Shits' gonna change," she said smiling and putting her head down. "I promise." Mark hugged her and kissed the top of her head.
"I love you," he whispered after minutes of holding her.
DIE
Kiki could tell she was about to give out. To much longer and she would pass out, then she might never get out of this trap. Three wires tore loose and the pain that the tearing tendons was to much for her to handle. A black spot started in the corners of her eyes and they spread out to bring black vision that turned immediately to sleep. She fell onto the dirt floor. Hours later she woke up to find that she couldn't't move her fingers and there were no longer wires in her hand. The door that was to let her loose was shut and would not open. She ran back to the glass that she awoke for the first time in front of to find it down, blocking her escape. She was trapped and the thought made her vomit. Kiki would stay in that room until she died of blood loss three hours later. An artist that would never play again all because she was consumed by her work.
A candle blown out,
A bird to never sing,
A GAME OVER.