12-05-2010, 09:07 PM
Diana woke up, rubbing her eyes in confusion. She could only just make out the single chair in the otherwise empty room. The floor was cold, she got up. 'What the hell? Did I get drunk last night or something...' She attempted to turn on the light, it didn't work. A chill ran through her, fear or cold? She opened the door to exit the room and recklessly called out her boyfriends name into the dark corridor.
Aaron was hidden. He felt sick. What he had just seen was too cruel, a girl so young being beaten around by a teenager. He was so sure he must have died recently and was in hell. Thinking back to his sisters recent death, he tightened his fist, craving to punch the edge of the bookshelf he was edged up against. 'Mustn't...It would make noise.' He wondered where the little girl had hidden, and hoped she wouldn't be found again. She must have been a similar age to his sister. He felt the urge to protect her, but knew it was probably futile.
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