"Experiments" by Chloe CaseyPale moonlight cascades over the laboratory, reflecting off glassware in blue hues. Carefully closing the lab door behind me, I hold my breath until the soft click of the lock sounds. Paranoia makes me question if it was loud enough to alert the professors. I rush over to the window and force its rusted latch open. Cold winter wind bombards my face, a faint groan comes from the corner.
My heart aches when I see him. Locked behind a clear door, limbs covered in dark bruises. His breathing slow and shallow. A lone tear stains my cheek, knowing that I’m the one who caused it. Cast iron keys hang at my hip, my fingers interlocked between each one to prevent them from making a sound. He’s acknowledged my presence now, a pleading expression on his face. His eyes are soft, just like they always are when he sees me. I pause for a moment to catch his gaze and the keys fall in a clatter to the floor. Gasping, I frantically scoop them up off the floor, murmurs of professors coming from the hallway. My heart sits in my throat, the pounding echoing in my head. The door springs open as the key slides into the lock. His deep, dark eyes widen as I motion towards the open window. He nods in agreement before I help him to his feet, grimacing at my touch. As we make it to his escape the main door begins to rattle. Turning I face my professors, disappointment brandishing their faces as they stare at the empty cell. He’s already out of the room and making his way off the grounds. He’s free, but my soul is hurting. I broke the academy's number one rule: never fall in love with your experiments.
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James A. Harris
1/10/2020 04:26:20 pm
This certainly makes the reader want to know more of the story. This demonstrates an excellent use of negative space.
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