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Elysia in oz |
November 30th, 2007
"Luca!!!" I sprang to her side and touched her cold, bloody palm. "Godmother, what happened???"
There was no response from Luca. She was positively dead. I tried to reason out what happened before Luca died....she appeared in a cottage.....disappeared through the floor.....and she was dead.
My eyes leaked saltwater heavily drenching Luca's shoulder. I remembered when I was little I thought Luca was immortal, but I guess I was wrong. "LUCA!!!?" I screamed again.
My body shook like a rag doll. I leaned my forehead on Luca, looking down at my hands. They were covered in something dark red, and a knife lied in my left hand.
"WHAT!?!?!" My feet carried me far away from Luca. "I couldn't have killed her. I-I was sitting right there the whole time." Then I realized how crazy I sounded. Talking to myself. My mother always told me I had a bad habit of talking to myself and I needed to stop.
I squeezed the handle of the knife in my hand, and let go. The knife slipped through the wooden floor.
Just as before when the lights flicked themselves on, they flicked off. I felt on my arm where the nails dug into my skin. It still hurt. 'If I isolate myself,' I thought, 'I could get out of here.'
But my train of thought was interrupted when thumping heart sounds surrounded me. They pumped through the walls, like the cottage a heart and needed to breathe. A light chant accompanied the thumping, it sounded like a poem. A poem read to a drum beat.
"Once you enter,
You can't escape,
Count your remaining seconds,
As you stay,
When you die,
Your soul will fly through the walls,
And control loved ones lives."
I gasped as the walls moved in closer and closer, enclosing me in a small circle, and opening into a door that the floor pushed me into....
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