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Screaming
It's so dark, she can hardly see a thing apart from the odd half-formed shape that she knows are trees. The ground is dry earth, cracked and too hot, even without the sun. Her feet are bleeding, she knows without looking, but stopping running isn't and option, and she's not tired a bit, but she knows she can't go fast enough, and if she stops or turns around.
Don't look
White walls, hard white floor, and the girl is standing still, shivering and frantic - there aren't any doors, oh God - small, and frightened, and half-mad with panic and knowing what she's waiting for.
The room is getting smaller.
It's so dark, she can hardly see a thing apart from the odd half-formed shape that she knows are trees. The ground is dry earth, cracked and too hot, even without the sun. Her feet are bleeding, she knows without looking, but stopping running isn't and option, and she's not tired a bit, but she knows she can't go fast enough, and if she stops or turns around.
Don't look
White walls, hard white floor, and the girl is standing still, shivering and frantic - there aren't any doors, oh God - small, and frightened, and half-mad with panic and knowing what she's waiting for.
The room is getting smaller.