Story Sunday: Hollow Chapter 7

Sorry that it’s late today. Had a lot to do and so little time. Hope you enjoy it anyway. Click here for chapter 6.

The smell of piss entered my nostrils and I tried my best not to gag. Stranger leaned against a pole and stared into the distance. It wasn’t until now that I had time to seize him up. He looked like a mix of James Dean and Elvis Presley. His brows furrowed, and a deep line appeared between his eyes. It gave him a wise expression.

I wanted to know what he was thinking. Most importantly, I wanted to know where he was taking me. I sat in my seat, my hands nervously tapping my knees as I tried to come up with something to say. Nothing came up.

You died once, Holly, and it wasn’t that bad. Now you are certain you will die again in a terrible way. My thoughts raced through my head and I tried my best to put them aside. Was I stupid for having agreed to this plan? Of course I was. But I did not have much of a choice.

I tried to get my mind of off things by looking out of the window. As a kid I used to do the same on long car journeys home. I could watch the world passing by for hours and make up stories in my head. Now I saw nothing outside.

I wondered if I was going to live the rest of my life in darkness. Stranger leaned back against the pole and looked at me. I wasn’t sure if I imagined it, but I saw a hint of a smile on his face. I tried to smile back as best as I could, but it took me a lot of effort.

He sighed and walked over to me. He sat down and for a moment I thought he was going to grab my hand. But he didn’t.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked.

He took a moment before he responded. “I’m taking you to meet my friends.”

We didn’t say anything else for a while and just sat in silence until the train slowed down. When it stopped, the doors opened into complete darkness. Stranger jumped up and stretched out his hand for me to take. I did, because what other choice did I have?

“Don’t be afraid,” he said as we stood in the door opening.

There was nothing but darkness around us. I squinted, hoping to see something, anything. But Stranger had no patience and pulled me into the darkness.

I had expected to step on a platform. I had not expected to fall.

I couldn’t stop the scream that left my mouth. It felt like my stomach rose as we kept on falling and falling. I looked next to me and saw that Stranger was smiling. I wanted to be angry about it, but I was too scared and I could barely breathe.

“Doesn’t it feel like flying?” Stranger laughed.

“Oh hell no,” I screamed in reply

I closed my eyes and prayed that it would be over soon. Then our fall started to slow down until we gently touched the ground.

I opened my eyes again and looked around me. Stranger was already up and looked at something I couldn’t quite see. I turned my head and couldn’t help but gawk.

In front of us was a beautiful black castle. Large spiral towers rose into the black sky. Bright stars illuminated the walls, which looked like they were made of diamonds. The castle stood on a large rock. Black stairs led to the front doors.

“Is this real?” I gasped.

“Welcome to my home,” Stranger grinned.

I got up and followed him to the stairs. He led the way. I could not help but stare at the castle in amazement. It looked even bigger from where we were standing now. My heart was racing at the speed of light. A part of me was aware that if I entered this castle, there would be no turning back. But then again, my parents probably considered me dead anyway.

Maybe for the first time ever, I would be able to make a change. Maybe for the first time ever, I was really needed. Perhaps I had no reason to be afraid.

I was lost in thought when something hit me hard. I stumbled and fell again.

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Ingrid is the twenty-something owner of The Sassologist, who loves everything that has to do with pop culture. While she is one of many who is in the process of writing a novel, she is also currently in denial over not being a witch. Her Hogwarts letter has yet to arrive. In the meantime she writes about pop culture and dreams about unicorns.

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