The Noise
By: G.M. Nabos
he room I sat in held a strange emptiness. The room's walls circled me and mocked me as well. The black mahogany desk was adjacent to me, and made me quake with remorse.
The books all seemed so far away from me. Even though they were on the shelves just a few feet away.
I was succumbed in the midst of my guardian's office.
He told me he would be gone just for awhile, and finally my paranoia set in.
I could hear distant manly laughter in the room next door. My body shivered as a cold breeze crept up my arms and all over my body.
My eyes dashed quickly from side to side as my breath sped up to match my heart's rhythm. My clammy hands gripped my sleeves of my sweater, and I finally rose out of my safe spot.
I crept into the middle of the room which turned out to be a bad idea.
The room span violently, and I stumbled along with it. I could feel the rumbling and thumping of footsteps as they drew nearer to my location.
I clasped my hands to the side of my head to cover my over sensitive ears. The noise was not muffled one bit.
I circled the room quickly calling out in gibberish because of my strained throat. My cotton mouth got the better of me as I fell to my knees with an exhausted exhale.
My body grew ridged, and I turned my head.
The room turned fuzzy, and the desk was only a few feet away from me. Now it seemed more inviting than the fruitless floor.