Trapped

In the darkest corners of my mind, no light could ever compare. Between you and I, it was never a lie. I am here now aren't I? The light I can see is at the end of the hall. All I know is if I take on more step somethings bound to come out, a ghost, maybe a ghoul, something that will not show up to your own eyes. Don't let the invisible deceive you, did I? When did you realize I was there? After all the screams and the final gasps did you look. The light at the end of the hall is growing dim, and it's not like I can't fit in. Look at this place, there are cob webs, and there is dust. It's alone and it's not taken care of. The musty smell lingers on the wooden floors. The stair creaks, and the windows leak. The garden is full of overgrown vegetation, but the flowers still bloom. I can see the little girls playing, running in their snowy white gowns, they laugh and they shriek, but all is lost, as it becomes dawn. No, I am not a ghost, I am not an apparition. I have a beating heart, though it is faint, I have the blood to show my veins don't run dry. Though I can see the spiders eating their victims, I can hear the bats in the attic. The trees make eerie whispers in the wind. I'm not alone here, of course I have no body to hold me or tell me I'm just fine, what you have is not anything I have. The darkest corners of my mind are not at all like the darkness that is here. I can linger here, in the garden or in the bedroom. No I am not a phantom, I am breathing. Pressing on the short years of my life I can feel no pain. The burning flame of a candle blows out with the touch of my hand. I can hear the children's foot steps down the hall, they snoop around and they whisper. I know somehow I can escape. But for now I am sitting here, all alone and in this bed. I stair out this leaky window, with much hope to show. I can watch the girls dance in the garden, perhaps I will join them to. Down the stairs and past the dusty kitchen. The wind blows, and it caresses my cheeks, my red dress takes flight but it stays right at my side. I can hear their voice so sweet and sound. So I wander out to them, like in a trance I just walk, no intention of stopping. His voice is back in the house and it warns not to go too far, he's watching and he will be there if I happen to fall. The rain kisses my skin over and over. The thunder rolls in and I can hear the beat. The rain makes its rhythm on the cobble stone and I dance with the two. Their blue eyes toss and turn like the sea, laughing and smiling. I dance, and I feel my feet lifted from the ground. Everything goes black, I wake in the same old room. It wasn't a dream, still no one there, but I know he's in here. He came to me and he brought me back in. I cannot leave now, but I will stay, no complaining.

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[Princy]

U must continue with this! The eere imagery is very well described, I must know more about this trapped girl, please do inform me when u post the 2nd chapter.