My Tunnel

When your body use to look way better before you became ugly...

The door slammed shut and immediately locked, where the sounds of Lewis’ screams of agony rattle the wooden door with metal hinges and the horrific sound of his bones snapping. We run to the door gripping the metal handle, shaking it recklessly to open it but it wouldn’t budge. The sloppiness of the chomps as the creature ate him, the look of shock and concern appearing on our faces, I lead them round the other side of the torture chamber. “I noticed another door around here on the way down here” I mentioned as I lead them to the door. Rose pick locked the door, swinging the door open frantically to then pause with her hand covering her mouth. Susan and I join her to see Lewis’ body crucified and flayed. Shivers shoot down my spine, feeling like this was all my fault my best friend dead. The sight of nothing but muscles, tendons, and plenty of thick blood dripping from him. We decided to unhook him from the bricked wall, laying his stiff body on the floor and Rose checking his pulse as she’s the smart one in the group. He was dead. The announcement broke my heart, my gaze went from his body to the locked door, and tears flooded down the girls faces.

Listening. Feeling my heart beating from my chest... Looking around as a black goo drips around me. Each drop there is a voice. Deep, cold- Whispering, “DO IT” “Do it!” then it screams “DO IT!”. Gasping in fright, spinning around in circles, seeing nothing but dark goo. “You know they don’t like you.” “Why are you still here?” “END IT ALREADY!” Clenching my ears tight, trying to ignore the voices, as a clank and a scrap echo around me. I  open my eyes and a silver blade lays before me. A gulp runs down my throat, I close my eyes fighting the voices, when I realise I now have grip of the blade. Getting an inch closer to my skin I scream, collapsing to the floor, blood dripping from my wrist and this illusion begins to fade... 

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