8th February 2014 | 00:26
It had been a while zoning in and out. Finding ways through doors and out of darkness, flashes of light flew above. People huddled close, shouting orders.
She was floating among the thorns and needles prickling into her skin. Another threshold passed by and after hearing a final familiar scream of struggle the door closed behind her.
Another prick filled her veins with a fluid and she rested again.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Alfred
Random"She likes to wander but is too afraid to walk out" Bella, It's time to collect those scattered leaves and clear a path out.
