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Beyond the Door

January 7, 2015
By AvengeMyBrokenSong GOLD, WHOOP, New York
AvengeMyBrokenSong GOLD, WHOOP, New York
18 articles 0 photos 83 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It takes more strength to cry at mid-defeat."
-Susan Boyle
"The closer you get to the light, the bigger your shadow becomes."
-Kingdom Hearts


She was running. So fast, so hard, so furiously that her lungs felt as though they were filled with molten lava, that every ounce of her being cried out for rest. But rest was not an option. The Nothingness was coming.
Or rather, the Nothingness surrounded her. All she could see for an endless stretch in all directions was a black nothingness. It was blank. When she happened to cast a glance over her shoulder, all she saw was a white mass. It moved in an enormous cloud, swallowing up all the shadow behind her. She wasn’t sure why, but some part of her told her that if she were to stop running, it would consume her entirely. So she kept running, pushing her legs to their absolute limit, and for absolutely no reason at all. All she knew was she couldn’t let it catch her.
She could hear a slight buzzing sound coming from the mass behind her, and slowly, the Nothingness began to speed up. With a start, she realized that it was gaining on her. Her breath was coming out in ragged gasps and she was beginning to lose feeling in her legs, but she willed her lagging body to run faster. There has to be a way out somewhere. There has to, she thought to herself. She ran for what seemed like an eternity until she saw something in the distance that ignited the hope inside her she had forgotten was there. It was a door.
Tall and strong, the door stood solidly in her path. Behind her however, she could hear the cloud of light speeding up even more. If I can just sprint fast enough, she thought, I can get through it before it’s eaten by the shadow. She prayed that her numbed legs could carry her just a little farther. She was almost there.
As she got closer and closer to the door, she realized that the air seemed to be getting thicker, and it was becoming harder and harder for her to breathe. Frustrated, she pushed on, but her legs became heavier and heavier, and her lungs felt as though they had been inserted into an air compressor. Almost there! she thought furiously, Almost there.
Suddenly, she was at the door. Her legs almost gave out as she stood for a split second, lavishing in a moment of pure rest. She lifted her hand to the doorknob in a hurry, hearing the white behind her getting louder, not even noticing the strawberry printed pictures dotting its brass surface. It’s almost here, she thought as she turned the metal knob. The door opened easily and she swung it open, ready to dash inside and slam it shut behind her. She was going to finally be safe. Or so she thought.
The mahogany surface opened to reveal a wall of white advancing from inside the door. Frightened out of her wits, she slammed the door shut and collapsed against its cold, hard surface. The white was coming at her from both sides. She frantically pushed at the door as she felt its surface begin to shake, and it became harder to keep shut. The door frame and hinges made a rattling noise, and the girl shut her eyes tightly. Suddenly, a sound like a hive of bees overpowered her ears, and she covered them with shaking hands. Her entire being felt as if it were being tossed back and forth in a hurricane, her head spinning like a top. White light blinded her through her closed eyelids. Shaking, she felt herself falling from consciousness; down, down, down into a vortex that would never end.
“It’s time to get up!”
A voice called her from the chaos she had fallen into, and she opened her eyes slowly, cautiously. Pale pink walls with slightly peeling wallpaper greeted her eyes from where she was laying in bed. At a set of blue-curtained windows, a woman stood, throwing the fabric back. Sunlight flooded into the room filling it with a morning glow, reflecting off her wooden bedroom door and blinding her. She squinted sleepily as the woman walked to her bedside and smoothed down her hair, bestowing a kiss on her forehead. “Good morning, sweetie. Breakfast in ten, okay?”
She nodded and sat up as her mother exited the room. Quickly she dressed, confused about something that frightened her, whose origin she couldn’t quite place. It must have been dream, she thought to herself. Nothing to be afraid of. She raced to her bedroom door, schoolbag in hand. Slowly, she reached out to touch her doorknob, which was decorated with Strawberry Shortcake stickers she had collected since she was a little girl. A surge of an unidentifiable emotion welled up within her. She shrugged it off nonchalantly. After all, what sorts of horrors could possibly lie beyond her bedroom door?
 



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on May. 7 2015 at 5:26 pm
AvengeMyBrokenSong GOLD, WHOOP, New York
18 articles 0 photos 83 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It takes more strength to cry at mid-defeat."
-Susan Boyle
"The closer you get to the light, the bigger your shadow becomes."
-Kingdom Hearts

No- it's my privelege to have found someone who believes in me. I just wish more people would comment and rate:/

on Apr. 30 2015 at 8:07 pm
AllSoPlayfulWhenYouDemonize BRONZE, Richmond, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
"Our passion is our strength."
-Billie Joe Armstrong

You're welcome, sweet(: It's my privilege. xxx

on Apr. 30 2015 at 2:30 pm
AvengeMyBrokenSong GOLD, WHOOP, New York
18 articles 0 photos 83 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It takes more strength to cry at mid-defeat."
-Susan Boyle
"The closer you get to the light, the bigger your shadow becomes."
-Kingdom Hearts

Wow, this is the most amazing compliment I've ever received. Thank you:)*bows*

on Apr. 30 2015 at 10:14 am
AllSoPlayfulWhenYouDemonize BRONZE, Richmond, Virginia
3 articles 0 photos 228 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Our passion is our strength."
-Billie Joe Armstrong

All of your stuff should be published. This right here is beautiful, I've read it twice now. I love the way you write, @AvengeMyBrokenSong You're brilliant.

on Apr. 29 2015 at 7:35 am
AvengeMyBrokenSong GOLD, WHOOP, New York
18 articles 0 photos 83 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It takes more strength to cry at mid-defeat."
-Susan Boyle
"The closer you get to the light, the bigger your shadow becomes."
-Kingdom Hearts

Th-thank you!^-^ I don't know, you think I should continue it? And thanks, the stickers were so that the door would be recognizable. :P

on Apr. 23 2015 at 10:58 am
RobotPenn. SILVER, El Paso, Texas
8 articles 1 photo 81 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Profound change is cumulative."

Wow. I never thought strawberry stickers could be scary. That's my favorite kind of horror actually. Taking something ordinary and putting out of place. Tweaking it, so something so familiar is suddenly a threat. Ah! It's chilling. Please tell me you're continuing this. :)

on Apr. 9 2015 at 1:56 pm
BeautyWhispers PLATINUM, Nevada City, California
21 articles 0 photos 98 comments

Favorite Quote:
Be Yourself, Be Unique, Be Me. :) - By BeautyWhispers

I think it was fantastic! I'm a reader that gets bored fairly easily so I apologize; but I did start to drift of towards the beginning middle part, to much repeating I think or maybe it was just the detail. But other than that it was great!!! Keep it up!

on Feb. 4 2015 at 8:43 am
CNBono17 SILVER, Rural, South Carolina
5 articles 0 photos 250 comments

Favorite Quote:
Lego ergo sum (Latin—I read, therefore, I am)
The pen is mightier than the sword—unknown
Don't let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for believers in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith, and in purity—1 Timothy 4:12

Wow. Well done! It was thrilling and captivating enough to seem real at first, but confused enough that you could easily believe it really had been just a dream. I liked the way you end it; it leaves the reader thinking "Don't do it!" or "Please say that it's just a door." The fact that you cut off there just adds to the suspenseful tone throughout the whole piece. Again, well done, and good luck in that contest!


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