Tap


tap




tap

The sound of her feet

echoed,



bouncing

off the walls of

the narrow corridor.



So young, so innocent, so clueless.

At only 15,

she ran.

Her raven black hair swiftly

rippled

behind her,

as the wind hit her being,

pushing her back.

The tile beneath her, pristine,

with no sense of impurity,

reflected her heart.

The silence

watched as she dashed,

ran from a following

intruder.

The tall ceiling cascaded her

with colors,

as the sun's warmth,

pierced through the colored glass.

Her presence thought to be unknown,

as she trespassed this

faintly

familiar place.

The painful silence was broken by

her's.... and another's footsteps.

A second pair of taps

swiftly flowed through,

increasing her heartbeat,

shortening her breath.

Paranoia overcoming her senses.

The menacing presence

The dangers of being caught

her heart sunk as the

distance

decreased.

His words traveled across the hall

towards her.

"And you are?"

He drew out a weapon,

intricate, with a familiar shape,

and charged

just before

disappearing

into darkness,

entering the void.

Driven off by light.

Unknowing light, as another

trotted into the tensed space.

The key to salvation