The Forgotten Room
I awoke slowly on a nearly black stained, hard, very cold and damp wooden floor of a long narrow hallway. I laid spread out across the long hallway with my head at the middle of a dark, dusty banista. I could remember being taken by force here where I had been hitten by something long, hard and sharp. When I tried to escape from them. My head started to fly through flash backs of everything. Now that the numb pain that had been dull in my forehead before now made it’s presence felt by powering across my forehead. I sharply rolled onto my back where my hands flew up to my eyes. I clentched my eyes tightly shut as the pain built up behind my aching forehead and eyes.
I rolled onto my side as I did my head stabbed at my eyes to the point that they watered. I let out a wimper of pain as the force of the stabbing pain attacked my eyes again with full force. That was when my hand went down to support myself, went into a warm pool of liquid. My other hand flew away from my head to where I saw my peal white hand was now stained red with blood. I felt my head slowly to where my worst fear was realised. My forehead was where my blood was escaping from. Now my fear was now made worse when an calm, collective voice broke the silence of the house. That I now noticed had given me a strange comfort.
“Does that hurt Kate?” Staring up at this man I pulled my dress in around me as I slowly raised in front of the man I had been dragged in front of before I tired to escape. I stumbled up onto my feet the backwards till I bumped into a door only a few feet away from him. I was standing on the right handside of a four door hallway. I was leaning on the second door facing the banista that over looked the nearly vertical stairs that I can remember climbing up. The man stood still collected as I stood scared against the door. This man was wearing a white satin shirt with a blood red and black tie where his hands sat clentched right together underneath the tie. He was standing in long flowing black trousers with black shining leather shoes poking out from under the rim of them. I looked up into his pale blue eyes that were staring back at me through long black eyelashes. He opened his hands slowly as he spoke to me with the same voice as before.
“Please let me help you.” He raised his hands as if offering to embrace me. Still terrified I fumbled with the door handle behind me but, the door was locked. At the same time he took a couple of steps towards me. I made a dash for the next door in line. I threw my back against the third door where I felt myself become very head light and confused. Where my scared voice made it’s presence felt.
“Who are you? What do you want with me?” Yet again he took a couple steps towards me, so I quickly fumbled the door handle behind me. All the time fear and panic stronger in the pir of my stomach. I looked into his dark scarred face for a quick second before dashing to the next door.
“I don’t want anything. I own you now.” He took a step towards me as I fumbled the door open behind me. I ran through the door and down this narrow dark red hallway to another door that was nearly black. He followed but, stopped a little way up the hall. He shouts distressed. “No stop!” I put my hand on the door’s black rusty key behind me and started to realise he was now anxous. I was now had a little control of the situition as I started to fight the pain in my head. My voice though as I spoke to him was unsettled and still scared.
“Go away! Leave me alone!” He took a couple of steps towards me so I turned the key in the rusty lock. He winced and drop to his knee’s in a begging gesture. His cold, heartless face now turned to one of fear and determination. His voice was the scared face that looked up at me.
“Please don’t go into the forgotten room.” I clentched my hand tightly on the key taking it out of the lock slowly and secretly as I spoke to him.
“Why not?” He held his hands up to me and staring at me. I put the key into my other hand while hiding my other hand infront of the lock.
“I’ll never get you back from the forgotten room.” He pulls out a knife I opened the door behind me. He raised to his feet slowly, shaking his head he as he spoke to me full of hate. I quickly ran into the room behind me closing the door quickly. I lean pushing hard on the door as I locked it. “If I can’t have you no one can.” Was the words he spat. As I leaned with my head on the door I could hear him speaking to himself for a moment but, as I turned around I realised I was faced with the black abish of the forgotten room and all the emotions locked with in it.
Kristal Bain
Winner Age 16 – 18