Continue The Tale... (It's Not Long, Please Try, I'd Love To See Where People Take This)

Continue the tale... (It's not long, please try, I'd love to see where people take this)

I rush back out through the door covered in sparkly raindrops, my itchy feet sighing at the feel of the cool tile in the hallway. Doors of all shapes and sizes scatter the walls, each a monument frozen in time.

I quickly turn the knob of an emerald green door with a floating leaf splashed across the front, the seconds ticking away. I slip inside, scanning everything and lodging it into my brain

A tree-shaped coat rack draped with a frog raincoat in the corner. Lime green carpet growing crusty at the tips of each piece of fuzz. A dragon stuffed animal lying on its side next to the forest-colored bed upon which sits a small girl.

I jolt backwards, panic clawing at my heart as I swallow down a scream, my back snapping against the wall across from her. Her brown hair hangs limp and greasy, head tilted forward and sunken eyes closed. Collarbones jump out of her skin like knives sticking out of the top of her mint green pajamas. She’s so thin for a second I think she must be dead.

“I’m infected,” She whispers, voice like gravel on glass, bloodshot eyes flicking upwards to lock on me. Bile rises up my throat and I fling myself towards the doorway, hands desperately clutching at the doorknob and turning, turning, turning.

It doesn’t budge.

“S-Sick?” My voice wobbles dangerously as my head grows light, everything going sparkly and sharp around me, fingers slippery with sweat as they tug at the handle uselessly, desperately.

“Infected.” She repeats, and something tells me those are two very, very different things.