The Girl...
She walked down the secluded hall, looking around she feels eyes watching her. Her every move, watched, recorded, calculated. Her head moves from side to side nervously. Nearing the end of the hall her pace quickens, faster, faster, faster. Running now, but the end of the hall just seems to be moving farther and farther away. Suddenly! She stops. Right in the middle of the hall, turning around frantically, looking for an exit. Searching, scanning, hoping for a door to appear. Sobbing, she falls to the floor, and lays there. Curled up, in a fetal position, calling out. Calling for someone, someone to help her. Slowly a door appears, someone walks through the door, with a worried look on her face, the nurse knelt down next to the crying girl. Helping the girl up she tries to get her to walk. Practically carrying her to her room, she takes her down the hall, unlocks the door, and places her on the neatly made bed. Locking the door on the way out, the nurse slowly turns, smiles, and walks away. Waking up, opening her eyes, the girl is surprised to find herself back in her room, with the padded walls, and the neatly made bed.dont ask...i dont know.... Written March 5th, 2002 © on Mar 05 2002 07:26 AM PST 0 • 10
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"She walked down the secluded hall, looking around she feels eyes watching her. Her every move, watched, recorded, calculated. Her head moves from side to side nervously. Nearing the end of the hall her pace quickens, faster, faster, faster. Running now, but the end of the hall just seems to be moving farther and farther away...."