The flickering flashes of neon lights were devoured by the gloominess of the decaying hallway, drowning under the foul odour of the mouldy air. Shards of fragmented glass rested on the corner of the polished marble floor. Silence hung in the air of the abandoned corridors, but it did not take long for the door handle to punch the brick wall and break the moment of silence, as thin cracks ran creepily across the surface of its face.
But she didn’t care.
Her rushing figure passed through the heavily studded door; blindly hunting for an escape route as she struggles to get her breath. Echoes of protest are left behind in the empty corridors as her lungs gasped for air. Time was passing. After hearing the cursing chants of high heels ranting from behind, her sweaty palms reached for a rusty doorknob. Curiosity …show more content…
Night-time. Clangs of doom were awakened, battering against the board-up windows. Terror crept through the air. Silence again. The wooden tranquillising chair stared at her ominously, daunting her mind as frightened hollow eyes caught sight of the blood-crusted metal and the empty bottle of disinfectant that lay in the porcelain sink. Her eyes continued searching while she was walking towards a funereal cabinet. Scanning through a sea of papers, her hands pulled out one random, thick folder. Dusty papers; most stained by a florid and damp liquid, like blood.
A lantern clock rested on the tray table, its metronomic rhythm matched her thumping heartbeat while she read the medical report to herself. Angered and shocked as she stared at herself in the mirror for the first time in a year. She closed her eyes tightly. Papers were scattered across the murky floor as she lost grip of the folder. A frown. And stutters. Her palm trembled as it ran across the hole that was drilled on the side of her temple, awakening a painful, stinging sensation that pinched through her every vein, causing her jaw to open
But she didn’t care.
Her rushing figure passed through the heavily studded door; blindly hunting for an escape route as she struggles to get her breath. Echoes of protest are left behind in the empty corridors as her lungs gasped for air. Time was passing. After hearing the cursing chants of high heels ranting from behind, her sweaty palms reached for a rusty doorknob. Curiosity …show more content…
Night-time. Clangs of doom were awakened, battering against the board-up windows. Terror crept through the air. Silence again. The wooden tranquillising chair stared at her ominously, daunting her mind as frightened hollow eyes caught sight of the blood-crusted metal and the empty bottle of disinfectant that lay in the porcelain sink. Her eyes continued searching while she was walking towards a funereal cabinet. Scanning through a sea of papers, her hands pulled out one random, thick folder. Dusty papers; most stained by a florid and damp liquid, like blood.
A lantern clock rested on the tray table, its metronomic rhythm matched her thumping heartbeat while she read the medical report to herself. Angered and shocked as she stared at herself in the mirror for the first time in a year. She closed her eyes tightly. Papers were scattered across the murky floor as she lost grip of the folder. A frown. And stutters. Her palm trembled as it ran across the hole that was drilled on the side of her temple, awakening a painful, stinging sensation that pinched through her every vein, causing her jaw to open