(A/N): I don't have time to write a detailed A/N right now.
Read. Now. Or. Die.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: CAN'T
Coraline decided to stay in the corner she was sitting in and just stare at the opposite one, the one with the hatch she had searched for so long…
Not even realizing it, she slipped into another memory, one she didn't really have to scream at…
She was sitting in a corner, fiddling with her thumbs, when the oldest kid in her cell began to whisper to her.
"Today's the day they're gonna move yah, kid. Mind takin' some'o this stuff wit'yah?"
He was very careful and inconspicuous about dropping the Magic into her hand.
"If yah rub i'on da walls i'might spark. Works t'same way in a Box as i'does in here… or from what ah been told…"
A guard came down the hall towards their cell.
"Best o'luck kid. Hope yah live."
With that, the boy slowly and casually walked away.
The guard came in and took her from her cell. He guided her down random hallways, up and down different flights of stairs, and through various doors. Eventually, she was pushed inside a small hatch, which quickly closed.
It was pure darkness inside.
Hoping for a spark to see by, she began to rub the chunk of Magic against the wall.
She knew what she had to do to escape.
So Coraline put her plan into action.
She ate some of the food, drank some of the water, and threw the containers to the side in the corners where she knew the hatch wasn't. Settling back into her corner, she feigned sleep and watched for light.
If her plan didn't work, she was dead.
She wasn't sure how long she sat there in the darkness, but when she saw light again, she struck.
Once she had left the cell, leaving a very startled woman behind her, the pacing she had done over the last two years paid off. Taking off like a bullet, she followed her instincts and a vague memory of some of the halls. She blindly ran through the passages, hoping to confuse any security guards that were surely trying to follow her.
Whenever she looked to her left or right, she saw two different kinds of faces: those who were scared of the person before them, huddling in the back, and those who were calling out to her through the bars, begging her to take them home.
She wasn't sure which she was more afraid of.
Some of these kids could see me die, Coraline thought. Some of them will.
Coraline saw, at the end of a hall, something she hadn't seen for a long time: daylight, natural daylight, streaming through a window.
Children from a nearby cell called to her. Looking at them, she saw there were around twenty young kids in the small room.
"Where's my mommy?"
"I want out!"
"Help us!"
She stopped in her tracks. She heard the footsteps and shouts of some security guards growing closer.
I can't, she thought, jumping through the window.
The glass cut her and stung badly. Landing on her arm after falling about three stories, she heard her arm break before she felt it.
With no time to lose, she stood up. Nursing her broken arm, Coraline ran from her prison.
(A/N): Aww!
Wasn't that depressing?
Don't worry, it only gets worse from here on out XD