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Faint

Chapter XVII

Courtney's POV:

I maneuver the halls as much as possible, but find myself running into dead ends more than I would like. I swear a couple times, the cool knife pressing against my hip bone, before taking off in the other direction.

I pass no one, and intend to keep it that for as long as possible. Indeed to find an exit from this insane madhouse, a phone, and a clean sat of clothes. If I could just find an exit....

I still, and take a look around, a good look. The florescent lights are near blinding after my weeks of darkness, and the shiny tiles covering the floor and bright white walls are doing nothing to improve my senses.

There re are no obstacles in my path, no chairs or plants, nothing covering the walls or floors. I pass no windows or any doors, with an exception for the one that trapped me.

And then I'm running again, weaving between the complex halls and scanning for a door. Up ahead, a searingly bright light is reflected against the reflective flooring, and I run in that direction, noticing the seemingly natural light.

I see it. The glass doors with the bright light flossing through. I surge forward, ignoring the ache in my legs, and push more, breaking out of this insanity house.

Im met by the warmth of sun on my all-too pale skin, but I don't get a chance to enjoy it. Instead I push even more, running towards what I hope will bring me civilization.

Notes

Short chapter about Court running through this creepy house thing
what does it remind you of? The building? White, bright and shiny everything, nothing personal, and no doors or windows. Hmm... Strange.

Comments

wathever you want to do will be amazing

Emmaliee Emmaliee
6/18/15

I say just do whichever will make you happiest. Honestly I'll happily read it either way.

BVBfangirlqueen BVBfangirlqueen
6/18/15

@Gone_girl
Seeing the world isn't like looking at a set picture. It can be whatever you make of it. That's why we write, to create a new idea of the world. Life is an art. It can be difficult and painful and sometimes it's downright unbearable, but even in the darkest hour there are still little pieces of light; like when you sing along to your favorite song, or read a powerful story. Because those little splashes of dark and light turn out to be a beautiful piece of art in the end. On the subject of a book three, I'd say that the last thing I would want to do is inhibit your growth as a person, especially if it would mean reverting back to self-destructive habits. I think you should write whatever you want to write and it will be amazing because you've already proven yourself to be a great writer. You have an amazing gift and I can't wait to see what you come up with next.

:) you are amazing.

Emmaliee Emmaliee
6/8/15

@Emmaliee
I'm actually tearing up a little bit right now. That is incredibly sweet of you to say, especially since I only started this because I just enjoy writing, I never though people would like it like you guys do!

Just one thing though, none of you want to see the world like I do, because it isn't a pretty sight...

Gone_Girl Gone_Girl
6/8/15