The Wrong Door

As Violet and I run through Carroll Avenue, I can see Violets long blond hair shining in front of me; she has been my best friend since primary school. I feel my feet pounding on the pavement and the sun beaming down on my back as I try to catch up to her. 

 

“Come On, we’re going to be the last one’s in there,” Violet yells from in front of me.

 

“I’m running as fast as I can,” I reply.

 

I run after her, my legs are so sore, they feel as they might drop off and my lungs might disintegrate from the lack of oxygen.

 

How can she run that fast? She is about 5 meters in front me and still going. As we run past shops, building and towards a narrow gap in between two shops. It is filled with rubbish piled on top of dumpsters; the smell of rotten food is overpowering my senses. I have to pinch my nose, so I can’t smell it.

 

Violet slows down. As she gets closer to one of the large wooden doors at the end of the alleyway. The door is as faded as a chocolate brown colour, with a large brass door handle. She goes to knock….

 

“Are you sure we’re at the right place, there’s no-one here,” I ask.

 

“I’m sure, they’re probably already inside. I’m going to knock, Okay?” Violet says.

 

“Violet I’m not sure about this.”

 

“We’re going to be fine, nothings’ going to happen,” she tries to reassure me.

 

She knocks, three times. Thump, thump, thump. I feel the thumps each time she hits the door. The vibrations of her hitting the door are going straight through me. I hear a loud bang and glass shattering from the other side of the door, which sends shivers down my spine. I hear the sound of heavy footsteps coming towards the door, and then they just stop. The door handle moves slowly and the door swings open revealing a large broad man, with short black hair and piercing blue eye like the ocean staring at us. I glance at his right hand beside his thigh, I whimper, gripped into his hand is a large butchers knife with fresh blood dripping off of it. I tug on Violets sleeve.

 

“Let’s go, this isn't the right address,” I whisper.

 

She ignores me, "Excuse me Sir, but we were told to meet at this address and we I was just wondering if any of our friends were here?”

 

"No, but you are more than welcome to come inside and wait," the man replied. His deep voice rumbled which sent shivers down my spine.

 

I pull on Violets sleeve again, "Let’s go, we'll come back later."

Violet looks back at me then turns to the man, "we'll just wait for our friends out here, thank you for your offer though."

 

We turn to walk away. Suddenly I feel a strong arm wrap around my waist, and a hand covers my mouth. I try to scream, but nothing comes out. I try kicking the person holding me but my leg get trapped between the persons shins. I'm Trapped.

I'm starting to find it hard to breath, my eye lids are feel heavier. The last thing I see is Violet lying on the ground lifeless.

 

 

My vision is blurry; a bright light at the end of two long brick walls flickers in the distance. I can hear the sounds of bells from shop doors opening and closing. I can see garbage overflowing from dumpsters. The rank smell of garbage is overpowering my nose. My wrists hurt, there is something tied around them, and I can feel something warm and slick underneath my fingertips….

WAIT…. WHERE IS SHE???.... WHERE DID VIOLET GO????

I try to scream but nothing comes out, I hear mumbles coming from behind me. I have to force myself to turn around. As I turn, I see Violet on her knees crying, she has blood flowing down her chin and she has a split eyebrow.

A man is standing in front of her with blood around his knuckles. I try to stand up to help her but someone pushes me back down. I feel something stab into my back where I landed. I lift my hands up to grab it. I feel the rough sharp texture of the rock. I rub it along the rope that bounds my hands together, until the rope snaps.

 

I stand up and push the man behind me with all my strength to the ground. I run to Violet kicking the man in front of her. Violet’s so weak I have to pick her up and run to the nearest open door. The men are right behind us; I slam the door shut and lock it. I lean Violet against the door and I sit beside her. The men are pounding on the door.

“Violet are you okay?” I ask.

“I’m okay, but what’s that,” she asks pointing into the darkness.

I look to where she’s pointing and see two glowing yellow eyes. I notice the banging on the door has stopped. I wonder what happened and where we are. I stand up, move towards the eyes, and notice it is just a reflection. I turn to go back to Violet but something hits me in the back of the head, the last thing I hear is a loud bang.

Reviews

[J. Justice Mendez]

In all honesty, this is pretty hard to follow. I don't want to seem too critical, but I was pretty confused reading this. I had a hard time visualizing what was going on. It's a shame because it seems like you have a good idea of where you were going with this.