Chapter Eight(18)
She counted silently: one, two, three......
It was swifter than Cecy had imagined. Soon after her hand closed around the hilt, she felt the world go sideways like she had stumbled and fell to the floor. Keeping her eyes closed shut, she used her other senses to probe the outside world curiously. The process didn’t seem to be completed yet, for Cecy could still feel discomfort. She could feel herself spinning slowly like a wheel, then suddenly the floor seemed to go out from beneath her, and there was nothing but emptiness below——surprised, she was about to yell out loud, when the falling stopped.
Cecy opened her eyes tentatively. She glanced sideways for Lydia and saw nothing but darkness. She was no longer in open air, that much she was certain, for the sound of wind and the cold had disappeared. However, the sound of footsteps and talking issued from not far away but feeling muffled like there was a wall in between.
Cecy blinked a few times, and her eyes slowly grew accustomed to the dim light. She seemed to be alone, in a dark room, the only source of light being a window quite high up on one wall. The room didn’t seem to be empty, however. Stacked against one of the walls, barely visible through the dust swirling in the air, were piles of crushed hard-paper boxes, stacked one on top of another so precariously Cecy was sure a slight bump would topple them onto the floor. On the wall nearest to her were a selection of printed paper, which, looked carefully upon, appeared to be out of date magazines and newspapers. Two balls of string lay on top of the discarded paper, along with other used items such as half a set of what looked like poker cards, a pair of children’s safety scissors with the bright blue paint half peeling off, an upside-down vase and cheap plastic bars.
It was swifter than Cecy had imagined. Soon after her hand closed around the hilt, she felt the world go sideways like she had stumbled and fell to the floor. Keeping her eyes closed shut, she used her other senses to probe the outside world curiously. The process didn’t seem to be completed yet, for Cecy could still feel discomfort. She could feel herself spinning slowly like a wheel, then suddenly the floor seemed to go out from beneath her, and there was nothing but emptiness below——surprised, she was about to yell out loud, when the falling stopped.
Cecy opened her eyes tentatively. She glanced sideways for Lydia and saw nothing but darkness. She was no longer in open air, that much she was certain, for the sound of wind and the cold had disappeared. However, the sound of footsteps and talking issued from not far away but feeling muffled like there was a wall in between.
Cecy blinked a few times, and her eyes slowly grew accustomed to the dim light. She seemed to be alone, in a dark room, the only source of light being a window quite high up on one wall. The room didn’t seem to be empty, however. Stacked against one of the walls, barely visible through the dust swirling in the air, were piles of crushed hard-paper boxes, stacked one on top of another so precariously Cecy was sure a slight bump would topple them onto the floor. On the wall nearest to her were a selection of printed paper, which, looked carefully upon, appeared to be out of date magazines and newspapers. Two balls of string lay on top of the discarded paper, along with other used items such as half a set of what looked like poker cards, a pair of children’s safety scissors with the bright blue paint half peeling off, an upside-down vase and cheap plastic bars.
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