Linger

Trapped continued.

It seems my life has been long passed due. I know there are ghosts here, but very few. Haunting the musty hallways. Bringing me to stay awake. Holding my breath every step that I take, just a creak in the floorboards below my pale feet. My heartbeat dips, begs for just another beat. I can feel him watching, just staring at me. Not giving any thought of my own free will that he has caged. He wants me to stay. Whether it be to love me, or to steal me away. I never see him. He's like a shadow in the dark, you know it's there but you just can't see it. There's a haze above my head, and I can feel the hot breath on my neck. Goosebumps rise on my pale hide, and the moon filters through the broken windows. Escape is out of the question. I can't talk anymore, it's like my mouth is sewn shut. One more step, its broken glass, and I am cut. His voice whispers over the thick air and he is hushing my silent sobs. In the distance the wolves howl, and I can just imagine there fangs dripping with saliva, and there narrow muzzles splattered with blood. I stare at my open wound and I realize already so much is spilt. His arms are around me, but nothing is there. I tremble, the fear that I might actually have lost my sanity is too much to bare. Maybe he is here to actually care. In a long while I actually gasp, vocals opening up and a scratchy sob. His voice is in my head, hush little darling, don't cry. It's been such a long night. Darling little love, for you are my very own, and soon you shall be at home. He speaks of home as if it is here, but I know it's not even near. I press off my knees and walk on my feet to the end of the stairs. Down below they laugh and whisper as if the ball is still going on. They invite me to come down. I stare at the ghouls and in seconds they depart in the shadows of the walls. I close my eyes and hope that their sudden cries will slowly die away. Back down the hall, back to my room. This house is doom. But I can feel the end is near, but not the end I wanted to feel. It's me who is losing it. It is I that can't move. It's is I that it trapped here, confined to such a small place. I can feel someone watching and I can feel it pushing down on me. The pressure taking the air away from me. The window. It's not locked. The balcony. It's high off the ground. The only escape. Death. With a roll off the creaky bed, the floorboards moan as I shuffle across them. My feet burn with the cold that stabs. The cold night air grabs me and strangles me. His baritone voice rumbling through the house, NO! Too late! I want freedom! The air swooshes around me. My air tangles and lashes around me. Maybe this is it, the cobble stones wait below. I let myself go, no more bracing, impact will kill me. And then black...

Author's Note

Eh, this isn't as good at Trapped but it's something I thought continued from it.

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