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THE EXCHANGE 8
"You're going to love your room." Afua commented as she walked with a jump in her step. My muscles ached of exertion as we both trudged down. The whispering of torches followed us as we turned through a bend in the halls. The greenish grey walls flickered into sight by light, the moss layered the surfaces heavily.
The earlier events replayed in my mind since Atsu had thrown me down here once again. The death of the shop keeper left a weight on my shoulders that I couldn't seem to remove. I breathed out again, allowing the mossy scent fill my nostrils. The pitter patter of drops filled my ears with the clipped sounds of our boots against the floor. Afua began to talk but her voice fell into the background.
Daniella was dead.
A lump formed in my throat as my eyes burned. I wrung my hands to shake off the chills that still gathered down my spine. I tried to allow the near reality of some plush sheets with pillows add some sort of comfort in my bones but I received none. The guilt toyed with my insides as we now descended dark staircase. This time candles lighted the way with the familiar smell of wax, our steps bled through the air once again.
The image of the man falling to the floor took control of my mind once again. The man's body falling as his eyes rolled back into his skull. The grotesque noise that fled his lips before he was led into an eternal silence. A collection of headaches swept through me with heavy precision.
I gritted my teeth. I slipped. My legs gave way as my body fell back. My head banged collided against the step which led to an explosion of stars on a black-orange canvas. The smell of wax flooded my nostrils as dizziness threaded into me. A pasty feeling trickled down my skull. A bitter sensation flooded my mouth as I felt goosebumps build up and down my arm. My chest tightened as a clatter rung before it was overshadowed by the ringing in my ears.
My chest tightened as I felt a hand drag me up through my haze. I stumbled, still disoriented as the smell of my blood thickened the sick feeling curdling in my stomach. I wobbled. I pulled away from the hold on my arm before I collapsed onto what I thought was the wall. My head continued to ring with imaginary sirens. A voice called from above me but my mind was pushed to far in to process the words. My sight remained the same as the sea of headaches breezed through.
It took some time but it wore off. My body was still overwhelmed with the painful quaking. My earlier surroundings came back to my sight, dark stained walls with blank moist steps down into an orange bathed corridor. Afua stood at the foot of the staircase, her hand...
The earlier events replayed in my mind since Atsu had thrown me down here once again. The death of the shop keeper left a weight on my shoulders that I couldn't seem to remove. I breathed out again, allowing the mossy scent fill my nostrils. The pitter patter of drops filled my ears with the clipped sounds of our boots against the floor. Afua began to talk but her voice fell into the background.
Daniella was dead.
A lump formed in my throat as my eyes burned. I wrung my hands to shake off the chills that still gathered down my spine. I tried to allow the near reality of some plush sheets with pillows add some sort of comfort in my bones but I received none. The guilt toyed with my insides as we now descended dark staircase. This time candles lighted the way with the familiar smell of wax, our steps bled through the air once again.
The image of the man falling to the floor took control of my mind once again. The man's body falling as his eyes rolled back into his skull. The grotesque noise that fled his lips before he was led into an eternal silence. A collection of headaches swept through me with heavy precision.
I gritted my teeth. I slipped. My legs gave way as my body fell back. My head banged collided against the step which led to an explosion of stars on a black-orange canvas. The smell of wax flooded my nostrils as dizziness threaded into me. A pasty feeling trickled down my skull. A bitter sensation flooded my mouth as I felt goosebumps build up and down my arm. My chest tightened as a clatter rung before it was overshadowed by the ringing in my ears.
My chest tightened as I felt a hand drag me up through my haze. I stumbled, still disoriented as the smell of my blood thickened the sick feeling curdling in my stomach. I wobbled. I pulled away from the hold on my arm before I collapsed onto what I thought was the wall. My head continued to ring with imaginary sirens. A voice called from above me but my mind was pushed to far in to process the words. My sight remained the same as the sea of headaches breezed through.
It took some time but it wore off. My body was still overwhelmed with the painful quaking. My earlier surroundings came back to my sight, dark stained walls with blank moist steps down into an orange bathed corridor. Afua stood at the foot of the staircase, her hand...
