Out Of This Darkness
Chapter 4 : The Door
WARNING: FUCKING HUGE CLIFF HANGER. internal battle. Suspense. Drama. Mystery Gaz POV
I looked at my open hands and shakily closed them as I try to take in what just happened and figure out what to do next.. I lower my hands to try and go back to my usual stance. My palms no longer exposed, hands tightly clinched, sitting in my chair. I begin to read, to try and rum away from my problems. Get away from the horrible voice in the back of my head that told me to go.
I just couldn't.
Standing up casually, as if nothing were wrong, I walk out of my room, I feel free, away from what felt like a prison cell, and wander into the ominous , empty, and dusty hallway. Catching a glimpse of my reflection of my self, I gag, I was so sullen. I had been sitting and waiting in that dreadful chair in the dark room for ten years. Almost never moving I sat in there. Slowly walking down the hallway I inspect every object down to its last detail. I saw a picture. I saw me. I saw my brother.
Trying to find a piece of myself I didn't remember my sullen, sunken in eyes glance at the lone door. I hadn't dare go outside now. No, thats to dangerous. To soon for such a thing. What if there was a war? What if a murderer was waiting for my arrival?
My curiosity got the best of me. Unwillingly I walk up to the door. So very hesitantly I grab the freezing cold knob. My warm nervous sweaty hands warming the knob at first touching the knob made me jump.
Should I go back? No, I must continue. My hands begin to shakily twist the knob, I begin to relax as I try to calm down. Taking a deep breath I open the door.
No war.
No murderer.
I gasp.
" What is this?"