I had looked around enough by then so I decided it was time to leave. I put the photograph in my bag and walked back to the door, holding the door handle and pulling it towards me. Inevitably, just my luck, it didn’t give way. I pulled it harder, my heart jumping and jumping but there was no denying it. I was locked in.
I slumped against the door, sliding down with my ear pressed against it.
I jumped, and then listened harder.
I called out for help, but there was no answer.
I began to panic- I cherished life too much. I screamed and belted at the door over and over again but it wouldn’t budge. I threw all I had at it, pushing and pulling and scratching until my fingers were bloody but almost as if my body wanted to save me the wait to die my chest began to hurt. It began to hurt too much. My heart pumped and pumped and pumped. I stumbled around the room and then crashed against the mirror.
There was a smash of glass and I fell. I fell and fell and kept falling until the stone ground met my back. The air rushed out of me and I struggled for breath. I felt my eyes roll in to the back of my head and then my body went numb. I felt literally nothing. Then there was a pang. I don’t know what the pang was- everything was black. Perhaps it was me realising I was dead.
[To Be Continued]