The light is flickering eerily, you notice as you're walking down a dark, dank corridor. Your heart is pounding in your ears, and at every sound you hear in this hole you seem to be lost within, you jump wildly. What brought you here? What cruel thing have you done to deserve such punishment? Could it be true that there is retribution for you sins? This is undeniably the most intense moment of your life. You look around as you finish your way down the corridor, and on a door, a sign catches your eye. You read it :
This is not a place to raise your children
Your breath catches in your throat, this is not the sort of place you'd ever expect to be. Who is doing this to you? Are they watching you now? You inhale deeply, knowing that you have done nothing, that this is no more than a dream you're having, and that you'll wake up any moment in a bed, safe and sound. You pinch yourself, if only to prove this is some sort of truth. You gape as you bring up blood, as though it has threw away your "safety net." Quickly, you wipe the blood from you arm, in fear of some lurking denizen of this pit who might hunger for it, and find it's source. Back to the door. Reaching out, your arms shaking terribly, you open the door, wincing as it screeches into the emptiness around you.
Drip, drip, drip
Wait. What was that?
You look around in a panic, hearing something, but completely unsure of what it is. There it is again! To the west, down another corridor. You head off in that direction, hoping it is another human being, hoping this person might help you, or at least tell you where you are. With a determined step, you begin to walk more steadily. The sound rings out again...
It sounds like a man bleeding.
You have no idea why you thought these words, but it sounds so true. Fuck poetic license, you've never been so scared in your life. I mean, look at you. You're clothes are unkempt, your hair is positively disgusting, and that smell coming off of you is beyond this writer. Your breath is coming in at slow intervals, and you savor every inhalation, and you sigh with every exhale. Life could not possibly get any worse than this, you're sure. But are you sure? Could this just be another dramatic plot shift to be used against you in this story we all call life? Could it be just another sickening idea running through some writer's skull, as he watches you, laughing at your pathetic attempts to escape a cunning trap? Impossible. All of it. Impossible.
Another few steps and you see him, and you're severely disappointed. He sits there, his hair dishevelled, his teeth rotted, and he stares at you, utterly dumbfounded. You stutter, the words "B-Br-Brandon?" barely leaving your mouth. The man looks at you, his face a ruined puzzle by what could be considered pain, he tries to speak, but is too far gone. Away flow your thoughts of safety, thoughts of rescue. What is this creature? An old man, but young. A sad man, with a smile. A man, but a monster. You scream, and flee back down the corridor, hearing only a thing scream from behind you, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITHIN MY HOLE? MY LONELY LITTLE HOLE? THIS IS A PLACE NOONE MAY GO..."
This time, you don't stop running. You just run. Run, run, run. Fuck breathing, at the moment, it's just another piece of a forgotten past. The only sounds now are the panicked pitter-pattering of your boots hitting the moist stone floors, and your hoarse breathe straggling in and out of your cancer-ridden lungs. You come across another door, and you can't help but stare at it, noting the bloodstained corners, and the cracks in the center. You read the sign on the door, and it reads :
Welcome to the center of my heart. This lonely little hole is the prize to whomever can open this door...
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