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THE EXCHANGE 9
My weary eyes remained transfixed to the cracked grey ceiling. The orange light scram down the length of the ceiling, accentuating the jagged cracks that stretched across the surface. The familiar crackling of flames flew past my ears as my throbbing shoulder blades were moistened by running sweat. The plush sheets underneath me almost reminded of my life before all this.
The grey ceiling faded out of existence as I was pulled into memories from before the incident.
It almost feels like another lifetime.
My shoulders sagged as fuzzy memories clouded into my mind. I slowly exhaled allowing the gathering tension in my body to dissipate.
Everything will be fine.
The dark memories that shuddered to life said other words. A brutally severed head filling my mind with all it's horrors.
Like a tatto, the horrified expression on Daniella's face spoke more words than anything else ever could. The other thoughts slipped through my mind like water slithering down the cold dusty slides of memory lane. A loud ding traced its through the air, drawing me put of my thoughts. My eyes ventured to the grandfather clock at the middle of the east wall. The familiar brown casing was etched with deep marks that was so deep that it looked like though it had lived for centuries which would have been very true. The black hands of the pastel clock signalled midnight before venturing into the early morning race. The pendulum within the brown casing shielded by glass doused with hints of cracks swayed slightly. For the unpteeth time, I rose from the bed before a splitting headache threw itself down on me.
A yawn escaped my lips as I struggled to see beyond the blur. Remembering the bucket of water at the edge of the bed, I leaned over the edge then dipped my hand into it. The familiar slosh of water twisted through my ears as a cold sensation burst through my almost numb palms. I splashed the water against my face.
I blinked rapidly as the drops slid my eyelashes before deftly running down my face. My vision was strewn by faint splotches of blue before my world shimmered back to sight.
The familiar paper covered walls shone once again. A wardrobe, old and willowed by termites stood at the leftmost corner. The doors hung off the faulty creaking hinges, it remained ajar despite the amount of times I had tried to close it. Remembering the cobwebs threading the interors, my nose wrinkled again. I allowed my feet to stretch down to the floor before pulling myself off the bed.
The creaky floors shuddered underneath me as I took each step. I walked to a corner of the east wall where my boots lay. I quickly carried it before pulling it on and heading out the equally creaky door. A large dimly lit hallway greeted me one too many times I had snuck out to see if Robert had made an appearance. My shadows glided against the walls as I ascended a couple of steps before continuing down the long corridor. I tried to push my mind off the dark memories of the past few days that stayed at a corner in my mind. A shudder grew down my body.
Through the...
The grey ceiling faded out of existence as I was pulled into memories from before the incident.
It almost feels like another lifetime.
My shoulders sagged as fuzzy memories clouded into my mind. I slowly exhaled allowing the gathering tension in my body to dissipate.
Everything will be fine.
The dark memories that shuddered to life said other words. A brutally severed head filling my mind with all it's horrors.
Like a tatto, the horrified expression on Daniella's face spoke more words than anything else ever could. The other thoughts slipped through my mind like water slithering down the cold dusty slides of memory lane. A loud ding traced its through the air, drawing me put of my thoughts. My eyes ventured to the grandfather clock at the middle of the east wall. The familiar brown casing was etched with deep marks that was so deep that it looked like though it had lived for centuries which would have been very true. The black hands of the pastel clock signalled midnight before venturing into the early morning race. The pendulum within the brown casing shielded by glass doused with hints of cracks swayed slightly. For the unpteeth time, I rose from the bed before a splitting headache threw itself down on me.
A yawn escaped my lips as I struggled to see beyond the blur. Remembering the bucket of water at the edge of the bed, I leaned over the edge then dipped my hand into it. The familiar slosh of water twisted through my ears as a cold sensation burst through my almost numb palms. I splashed the water against my face.
I blinked rapidly as the drops slid my eyelashes before deftly running down my face. My vision was strewn by faint splotches of blue before my world shimmered back to sight.
The familiar paper covered walls shone once again. A wardrobe, old and willowed by termites stood at the leftmost corner. The doors hung off the faulty creaking hinges, it remained ajar despite the amount of times I had tried to close it. Remembering the cobwebs threading the interors, my nose wrinkled again. I allowed my feet to stretch down to the floor before pulling myself off the bed.
The creaky floors shuddered underneath me as I took each step. I walked to a corner of the east wall where my boots lay. I quickly carried it before pulling it on and heading out the equally creaky door. A large dimly lit hallway greeted me one too many times I had snuck out to see if Robert had made an appearance. My shadows glided against the walls as I ascended a couple of steps before continuing down the long corridor. I tried to push my mind off the dark memories of the past few days that stayed at a corner in my mind. A shudder grew down my body.
Through the...
