Mary

Mary

I keep running down the hallway, the hallway of this abandoned hospital.

Someone, or something, keeps calling my mothers name. Why? I don't even care. I just want to get away. Do I need to know? Maybe if this were a mystery novel.

I always knew life is fleeting, and I never expected to be fighting so hard to keep it from fleeing my grasp.

This hallway goes on forever, I know it does. I don't know how, but this place is as familiar to me as my own bed. I have never once seen the thing that chases me, but I remember it clearly. I can see myself playing with it as a child, but I can't remember it's face.

Mary

I can feel it's breath on my neck, like it is seconds away from grazing my ear with it's teeth. I want to cry, but then it will laugh. Laugh like a beast because it is one step closer to whatever it's goal is.

Mary

I need to turn, but what if I choose the wrong door? What if that wrong door is locked? What if I get inside but the handle is broken?

Mary

Has it been night all my life? What does the sun look like? All I have seen for a million years is darkness. My feet are numb, how long must one run for your feet to go numb? Have I been hurt? Blood is dripping from me, but from where? I feel no pain.

Mary

If I could scream out "why" I would. I can't seem to feel myself breathing, how strange. I see an open door getting closer, should I go in? I only have a few seconds to make my choice

Mary

I go in, and turn around quickly to shut the door. I lock it and try and find a way out. The banging outside the door is distracting, that door can't hold a beast for long. There are no windows, going into the vents would only trap me further. Am I even small enough?

The voice outside becomes deep and demonic, "Mary! Let me in!"

The door handle flies across the room, I'm going to die. I won't make it any easier for it, I grab a rusted pipe and pull it from the wall.

If it breaks from the wall that easily I doubt it will put up much of fight. Hopefully I am just super strong instead of the pipe being weak.

"Mary! You brat!"

The door breaks inwards, I brace myself.

It storms through the door, and turns its horned head towards me. It has the biggest most distorted smile....

Mary It's mouth does not move, it walks towards me but-

Air rushes through my lungs as I sit up. I have sweat all over me, but I am freezing cold.

Knock Knock

"Megan? It's time to wake up, your gonna be late for school." That voice sounds so much like that horrid beast but it can't be.

Thats my mother...

I don't reply, I want to see her face. Even though any good demon could disguse itself.

This one is different..... it would want me to see it's face. To be terrified only to forget.

The door slowly creeps open, and my mother walks in.

"Your awake? Your drenched do you feel well?" She comes over to feel my head.

"You feel fine, Mary." Mary?

"What?" I ask.

I look up at her distorted smile, and she caresses me cheek.

Mary

"Megan?!"

I'm pulled out of a trance, with my mothers hand on my cheek. "Yeah?"

"Are you alright? You were just staring off into space."

"Yeah I'm okay, I guess I zoned out."

"I think you should stay home, lay down and I will bring you some medicine."

"Okay, I love you."

I lay back down on my comfy bed, glad mama is making me stay home. My legs and stomach ache so badly, I wish I knew why.