Chapter 1 As Skylar raced towards the old and battered door, her eyes snapped shut before springing open. All of a sudden bleached white walls and hospital beds surrounded her, a strait jacket binding her arms to her breasts. She screwed her eyes shut once again, and found herself falling down a dark, wet, earthy hole. Her mind burned her long burgundy hair whipping at her face, her blue dress swirly around her. She kept falling, falling, and she calmed, finding serenity in the silence of the wind rushing past her ears. She expected a sudden end to her fallings, but not quite the way she expected. The floor smacked the back of her head, images of men is lab coats with needles and nails flashed on contact. Skylar groaned and peeled herself from the floor. She looked around. The room she was in was a round room with no sign of the long drop she had just made. The walls were chequered tiles but they were worn and old, cracking and falling into disrepair. A chandler twinkled high above her, shining a dim golden light around her. At closer inspection, Skylar realised that each candle on the chandler pointed to a closed door in the room. Jumping up and straightening out her skirts, Skylar ran to the closes door and rattled it. It was locked. “Well! I see how it is!” She humphed, racing to the next door, only to been greeted by the same results. After several attempts at each of the seven doors, Skylar screamed and dropped cross-legged to the floor, scowling. “What good is door that doesn’t open? I never did like doors, always hiding things from the other side!” All of a sudden a loud chuckle rang through-out the circular room. It seemed almost like it came from everywhere, from every little speck of dust. “Yer silly wee lass. Just look on th’ table.” Skylar, surprisingly calm about a bodiless voice, jumped up as she noticed a table in the middle of the room. She had no idea how she had missed it! It was a beautiful glass table that you could see right through, with a tiny little key no bigger than her slender little finger. She scowled at it slightly. “Not sure what kind of door this would fit…” but she shrugged and tried to open the doors none the less. It was no use; she almost lost the key in the lock a few times! On her third circuit around the room, she noticed that the curtain between the fourth and fifth door was now a little ruffled and a golden ball caught the light. As she crouched down, she saw it was a tiny door knob for a tiny door! Grinning to herself, she thrust the key into the lock and heard the pleasing sound of the lock clicking. Skylar giggled and lay on the floor before frowning. “I know I’m short for my age, however…” Skylar groaned and slammed her head onto the floor, throwing the key back onto the table. When she looked up again, bleached but blood splattered walls greeted her, the sound of a drill wringing in her ears. She was lying in her back, staring up at a rotting white ceiling. Screams could be heard from every direction as Skylar rattled her bindings. She screamed, her eyes blurring with tears. Rubbing her face against her shoulder, Skylar soon found herself once again lying in front of the tiny door only barley aware of the small bottle of purple potion that appeared at her elbow. Composing herself, she saw that the little glass bottled was beautifully engraved with the words ‘drink me’. “Since I seem to be losing my mind I see now harm in drinking it. It does look a most interesting colour. Raspberry, maybe?” shrugging to herself, she gulped down half the bottle, a few purple drips lingering on her lips. “Mm. Very good. Not Raspberry though. Not sure what flavour- am I shrinking?!”.
Posted on: Sat, 08 Jun 2013 10:43:15 +0000
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