I flung myself around one of the endless corners and barrelled forward, my only thought to get away. Nina's horrified face was etched in my memory, burning through my thoughts--a door! I swung it open and collapsed inside, then remembered what was after me and slammed it.
It wouldn't protect me for long, but I needed to breathe. This was impossible...everything was impossible...Nina couldn't be dead, I couldn't be alone, this couldn't have happened...
Only now did I feel the searing pain in my leg. Completely frenzied, I ripped the bottom of my torn jeans off, then froze...
The ugly gash spread from just above my knee to my ankle, dripping with blood. Numb, I pressed the two sides together, as if that would make it magically heal--oh God, I was going to be sick. How could I have run on this? How was I not writhing in pain?
Maya would know what to do, but Maya was miles ahead, equipped with a gun and ready to kill. She was the only one who had a chance here. I was dead meat.
Nina was already dead.
Reality sunk in and I forced myself to a closet in the corner of the room--a room which resembled Miss Haisley's classroom, but without the blackboard or the desks. They hadn't come yet, or maybe they'd passed...could it be possible they were just as lost in this maze as I was? No, no, they had made it...then they over-estimated me. They didn't think I would be so stupid as to trap myself in a room with a horribly injured leg.
I closed my eyes, crumpled against the cold metal I had hidden myself in, and sobbed.
What do you think? It's called Freeze, the main characters are Lynn, Maya, and an unnamed boy. I have no idea what the storyline is. I just made the above up. But I thought of the story (or lack there of) last night, after I finished reading Thirteen Reasons Why (good book; I suggest it).
Well, school is getting nearer with every moment, which means the enormous groups of teenagers are gonna start hanging out in the parking lot next to Barnes and Noble again. Listen, I know most of the people on here are teenagers, but two or more in a group are scary. Really. That's not stupid at all.
Oh, and I know what I want to be when I grow up. A college professer. Woo!