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The Mental Ward - Emery Tries Again (10)



     "How many did you..." Emery looked at Pansy's motionless figure and could not quite form the words.
     Beastly didn't return her gaze.  "I don't know."  She stalked out of the room.
     Emery followed, and Beastly pointed down the hallway.  "You look that way.  If you find anybody alive, bring them to the Box.  I'll look this way."
     Emery waited until Beastly disappeared down the next hall.  Then she turned her eyes toward the office.  This was her chance.
      She moved softly and quickly, half-running on her toes.  Her breath came faster at the thought of being free.
     The office was dim again, lit only from the hall lights, but Emery didn't need much light for what she wanted.  The intercom button seemed to glow in the dark.
     The three steps, she was across the office floor, and the button waited under her trembling fingers.  For a moment, Emery closed her eyes.  Now that she was here, it seemed almost impossible that her nightmare was so close to being over.  But it was.  With one movement of her fingers, she would be on her way home to a her mama and little brothers and sisters.  Emery opened her eyes and pushed the button.
     Static crackled.  Emery held her breath.
     Then a sharp voice demanded through the speaker, "Who's there!"
     Tears sprang to Emery's eyes.  Tears of relief.  "Emery!  It's Emery!"  She choked back a sob.  "Please get me out of here."
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  1. Esther Brooksmith (wisdomcreates)September 19, 2015 at 11:31 AM

    If you want to read previous posts, click on the label "MentalWard." It will show all the posts in order from newest to oldest -- so start at the bottom and work your way up.

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  2. AnonymousSeptember 20, 2015 at 6:47 AM

    Ooo, I can't wait to read the next part! ~Savannah P.

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