The Voice


She approached the unfamiliar door and nervously took the key from her pocket. She took a deep breath, unlocked the door, paused, then opened it. To her horror she saw she was back to where she escaped from. Days and days of running away from the people she despised and here they were, with malicious smiles adorning their faces. The stuff directly from her nightmares right in front of her. She stood there, helpless unable to move an inch. Wondering if she could bolt out in time, wondering where she had gone wrong, wondering if it was all a dream.

That's when she heard it. The voice that helped her all this time reverberating though the walls of the old house. 

She made a snap decision and decided to follow the voice. The voice called out to her being. It was her salvation. Her only hope and she was so tired of everything. She ran into the house, taking them by surprise. 

She bolted through the ruined corridors, searching, the echo of their laughter sent chills down her spine while the voice continued to soothe her nerves. 

The unmistakable voice led her to the attic of the house. She could hear the footsteps behind her but didn't really care. All she needed was to find it's source.

The attic was beautifully decorated and there was a box, big enough for a person, placed in the center.The box was closed and the voice she could hear was coming from it. She pried open the bolt with shaking hands and open it. 

She was taken aback when she saw what was inside the box. In it, was the source of the voice. The voice which brought her peace. The voice which gave her hope. But she was looking at a different version of  herself in the box. The kind which resembled them more than ever before. That's when they whispered in her ear, "You are one of us, now".

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