"Hello! Anyone here?" I called out into space and was responded by the echo of my voice.
I found myself in a void dark place that I'm guessing to be an empty room, judging from how loud my voice echoed.
I remember falling and hitting my head on the floor and the side of my head still hurt from the impact but, I don't remember coming to this place. 'Could this be the room I was checking out? Then dad must be somewhere near' I thought to myself.
"Dad where are you?" I called again and I got the same response, echoes.
I feel the need to get out of this room. Something isn't right here, I can feel it in my bones. The exit should be somewhere near. It's eerily dark and the darkness makes me uneasy.
I moved a few meters north but I couldn't find the door. I changed my direction and moved south and still couldn't feel a thing with my hands. My legs had become shaky by the time I finished walking towards East and West and I collapsed on the floor breathing heavily. I felt like I've walked a whole yard. 'What's this place?' I wondered.
Like a flash, the thought of the invisible force that attacked me crossed my mind and I jolted up from my sitting position picking up a judo stance. Honestly, I stand no chance against the invisible force, not with the darkness that surrounds me, and my judo sucks. The last time I practiced was during 5th grade.
My mind dived into a sea of possibilities, "Did it brought me here? If yes, what for? Probably to torment me more?." Millions of thoughts raced through my mind within a fraction of seconds and the thought of its painful torment draws tears to my eyes.
I do not wish to relive that moment again. The torment felt like I was being choked to death.
"What!? Wait! Am I dead? Is this what it feels like to be dead? Being thrown into an endless abyss of darkness and left to wander till the end of time?" No-no-no that can't be it, I can't b...
"I see you're getting familiar with your surroundings." A creepy disembodied voice said through the darkness, cutting my thoughts in half. My mind felt frozen from shock for seconds before the beating of my heart skyrocketed at the realization of whose voice it is.
It's back!
Run! That's exactly the only word my muddled up mind has been screaming but I couldn't will my legs to obey the command, and even if I do, to where? I remained rooted to my spot while my heart continues to drum crazily in my chest. It talked! I couldn't believe my ears when I heard the creepy foghorn voice, a voice that could make the strongest of men crumble with fear, until I heard it speak again. The voice sends shivers of fear down my spine whilst the temperature around me drops and the atmosphere became freezing cold. "You're growing. Faster than I had imagined," it said, pausing for a second before it continues, "It's almost time and I can't wait to do it all over again." I flinched. I can feel its burning gaze on me although I don't know what its face looks like and the voice of it I cannot distinguish, all I could do is to sta
Laura's POV "Put your mind at rest Laura, the doctor said she'll be fine," Mark reassured, holding my hand in his and drawing me close to him so my head rests on his chest. Amar has been out for fifteen hours and I haven't blinked since then. We are still at loss to what happened to her in the room before her deafening scream rang through the house and we found her right in the middle of the room lying motionlessly on the floor. "Would you like a cup of coffee?" he asked with a worried look on his stressed face. We are both stressed. "No," I replied looking away from him and back to my daughter. Over the past few hours, she has unconsciously been fighting herself on the bed and the doctor had to use restraint to prevent her from injuring herself. "Now am worried for you Laura, you haven't slept nor eaten anythin
"Morning mom." I greeted picking up an apple from the fruit bowl on the dining before drawing the wooden chair backward to make space for my feet while I sit. "Morning dear. Do you feel any different?" She questioned. To be honest, she's been suffocating me with questions since I got back home from the hospital. I understand that she's worried about me like a mother should be but, this is unlike her, she doesn't put her emotions on display like she's doing right now, she hides them perfectly. I'm not just used to this side of her. "Where is dad?" I asked ignoring her question. She looked up to stare at me for some seconds before replying. "He's outside trying to get the car ready for you. He volunteered to take you down to school himself so you don't have to wait for the bus." He did? What about work, wouldn't he be late? I wondered o
I stood in awe, marveling at the beauty and architectural design of the hallway. Wow! The word escaped my lip before I could stop it. Beauty is an understatement for a place like this. I wasn't expecting a building so old to have such a unique and amazing interior. The long hallway was lined with different works of art, ranging from sculptures to paintings. My old school wasn't even half as beautiful. "Excuse me," I stopped an average height blonde girl with freckles and dark chocolate hair packed in a tight bun. "Can you point the principal's office to me please?" I asked. She stared at me for what seems to be like an eternity with intense curiosity in her eyes, murmuring incoherent words. I could only pick a few lines from what she was saying. "...for the time has come for the awakening
Amaris's POV How can this much beauty and perfection be awarded to a man, just one, out of billions? It's moments like this that do make me wonder if God takes a special time off to create some people. I feel he's partial when it comes to allocating beauty to his creations. I've countlessly found myself envying the beauty of Ariana Grande and Shakira, the hotness of Zayn and Drake, but the masterpiece in front of me is.. damn! He's super hot. Perfection is at its peak when it comes to him. If truly gods still thread the surface of the earth, I'm sure standing in front of one. His dark chocolate hair was styled into a side fringe while his low chin strap beard leans across his sharp jawlines, making his triangular-shaped face more pronounced. Mine, He stated. His voice sounded more like a growl which is
"You missed the first class for the day." The principal whom I now know as Mr. Russel said, handing my timetable and locker's key over to me. He walked towards the door and I follow suit and we both stepped outside. I was disappointed when I met with the absence of the strange guy. This feeling of disappointment is meaningless. Why do I have to feel that way for a stranger? I questioned myself. Mr. Russel lead me through the big hallway till we reached a big stained glass door with flower intricate, he stepped into the classroom and all the students chorused their greetings. "Well," he started, "we have a new student on transfer and she will be joining this class. Introduce yourself please." He concluded, stepping aside for me to take the lead.
The last class for the day is Biology. I kept on twitching and turning uncomfortably in my seat because he wouldn't look away. He concentrated so much on me like no one else exist. "Mr. Moon," the teacher called. "I can see you've found yourself something more interesting than my class to get busy with," Mr. Railey, the biology teacher said, pausing his lecture to face the creepy guy who was startled. He quickly turned to his front with a faked serious look on his face but Mr. Railey wasn't fazed by his pretense. "Not so fast Lucian!" I caught you already." He said in a strict tone. "Can you explain to the whole class what you found interesting on Miss Croston's face?" He asked and some chuckled, but Mr. Creepy didn't respond, he sat unmoving on his chair, still trying to keep a straigh
I rushed down the almost empty hallway, only stopping when I reached my locker while constantly looking over my shoulder to check if I wasn't being followed by him. I open the locker and shoved my books into it while I pack my history textbook and notepad into my backpack to study at home and read ahead of tomorrow's class. Being a new student means a lot of things to me, it's like am being given another chance to be better and am not ready to lose it. I can't risk having my grade lower than they already are. I'm not in the category of straight A's students like he most probably is but- urgh! there I go again! I sigh in frustration. I met him less than 12ho