When we stepped out into the space, I looked towards the vending machine where Aaron had once stood. I saw the large window from which the sick-sounding thud had
The glass was smeared now, with blood and dirt and--sweat, probably. There were some indistinguishable remnants of filth that I couldn’t quite make out.
Driblets of blood were sprinkled across the carpet, the tile, and the wall. And, blood was smeared across the exit door in the distance--Aaron’s blood, surely. And now, he was
gone--out there somewhere…
“See?” Jessica said in a faint whisper. “That’s where he went…”
“Oh wow, how obvious! As if we didn’t already see that,” I said snidely.
I rolled my eyes and caught sight of James. His facial expression was one of disapproval. And once again, I felt ashamed. Okay. I could be better… I don’t have to sink to her
level. So, here goes. Mission Impossible: Don’t respond to Jessica’s cynicism.
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James pulled me over the first two sets of steps, and I almost fell. The steps were higher than average. And, he was tall enough to take two steps in one stride if he felt like
doing so. Jessica was tall enough to do it too… Soon, I was stuck in the back, trailing the two of them.
I grimaced, and prepared to climb the second set of stairs, which rose up beside a set of large windows that overlooked the city. Minutely, I acknowledged the windows then
quickly looked back down at my feet to make sure I didn’t trip whilst being dragged.
At the top of the staircase, there was an aisle--accompanied by railing--that continued in both directions. To the left, the aisle continued for a short distance and ended in
front of a set of large windows.
Opposite of it, an aisle continued to the right towards a set of doors and branched off into two directions. I tightly held onto James’ hand and veered right.
There was a widely open door a short distance away. Inside, the lights flickered ominously and shelves upon shelves of books towered over the debris of knocked over tables,
broken chairs, and torn up pieces of paper.
The dog ran right past us. I was wondering where he had been all this time… He strolled up between me and James and eyed me curiously. I cringed again; I couldn’t hold it much
longer. I would kill to be a dog right now. At least then I could “go” anywhere I wanted to.
I pulled away from James and staggered down the aisle and over to a door. I opened it, and to my dismay, it wasn’t a bathroom. It was just another room with more magazines and
I left the door open and tried my luck with the room next to it, but it wasn’t a bathroom either.
There was room sitting at the far end of the aisle, but it was still covered in shadow. I refused to go that far, but I had to do something quick.
I staggered back over to the first room and shut the door. And when I was done, I pulled up my pants whilst staring blankly at the dark spot in the carpet that I had just
created. I forced myself to turn away. What an embarrassment… I had been reduced to pissing on carpets and dabbing with--not tissue, but magazine paper.
After that sickening dose of reality, I came out of the room and pulled the door shut. I looked around for Jessica and James, and I found them.
They were standing next to each other now; their backs were turned to me. They were looking out of the window at the sun slowly creeping over the dismal, distorted skyline. Her
curly hair just barely touched her broad shoulders.
The sun peeked over the buildings in the distance, and the first-few, dull rays of morning eclipsed their bodies; their figures turned into shadows; her hair was now a bed of
unmoving snakes. And James was a statue shrouded in obscurity--he was stone.
“Oh, Cayleigh, you’re done?” Jessica said, whipping her curls around.
James looked too.
“No… I just decided to come over and take a piss right here in the middle of the floor,” I replied derisively.
Mission Impossible: Failed.
James’ eyes were upon me now; I could feel them. And, I just knew that he was frowning… But by now, I was satisfied. And instead of pleading my case, I averted my eyes and said
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