maranwetelrunya
It was deep in the pit that he realized he was done for. Surrounded by the fire, he had no way of climbing out. Death was staring him in the face. Despair climbed up his back to whisper in his ear. Defeat crept behind him. Yet he fought on, against the blackness, against the fire, against the wish to give in. He had to live, for her. He had to go on, to deny everything he was feeling for the sake of his one true love.
The flame drew me like a moth to a bug-zapper. It really wasn't the smartest thing to do, knowing that the flame was attached to a torch which was held by the man who was infuriatingly messing up my life, but I couldn't help it. It was either go to him, or suffer the rats in the cellar. And I didn't like rats. Of course, he was a rat of a different kind, but a good looking one. Darn him. So I went, and I tried desperately not to succumb to his charm.
It flickered in the darkness, and I could see a million eyes staring back at me. All around, the sound of heavy breathing filled my ears. What was out there? Outside my corner, where I was safe? Monsters threatened from the deep black,and I could not move. The torch was my only hope. I wanted to reach it, to set fire to those eyes, the eyes that threatened, but to move was to lose safety. I couldn't move. Not without the torch. Why was it so far?
The sky was gray. I couldn't see anyone around me. Nothing but the red phone booth. It was ringing. Incessantly, like the call of a particularly annoying bird. Should I answer? Was it for me? Who would know I was here, when I had been running for so long? And what if it was him? How could he have found me? I was so good at hiding my tracks. I hoped it wasn't him, but I couldn't ignore the phone.
The booth was empty. As I sat in the restaurant, staring around me, I saw only one other person. He was rough, smoking a cigarette, reading a paper. I wasn't too sure it was a good idea to be here, at 1am, but where else could I go? The red leather squeaked as I shifted on my seat, and the blonde waitress came up to me with a tired look in her eye. "what can I get you?"
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