Chapter: Fallen {Part 3}

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Fallen {Part 3}

Trista: *awakens as the withdraws worsen; tossing; turning; sweating; can’t sleep* 

Narrator: Trista gets up and walks into the hallway. It’s dark outside and everyone is asleep.

Trista: *walks up to table; sits down; grabs a notebook and pen; begins to write*

Narrator: The cool breeze blows in through the opened window. He writes of all the anger and hurt in heart. He writes all of his disappointments and of his failures. His hand begins to write of its own free will. Writing down hard and breaking through the paper. 

Trista: *throws away the paper into the large candle, burning it; shaking his head*

Narrator: The next morning everyone is gathering for breakfast. Trista sits and attempts to eat but can't eat much. 

Trista: *begins to feel sick; panics; throat tightens. Everything becomes blurry; can see shadows running back and forth between the occupants around the dining area; gets sick; runs for the door.

Narrator: Moving down the hallway towards the bathroom. Going inside he pukes in the urinal. He looks down and sees ghostly hands grabbing his ankles. They are trying to pull him into the dirty bathroom floor. Kicking at them and knocking them off Trista then returns to hallway this time going past the dining room and up to the offices. Startled desk workers rise and gasp staring at him. 

Trista: *terrified expression*

Narrator: Mr. Lambert walks up and grabs his arm and pulls him into Mr. Waylard's office. 

Mr. Waylard: What’s wrong, Trista? 

Narrator: Lambert and Waylard ask looking at him with concern. 

Trista: They are trying to get me. *says shaking* 

Both: What? 

Mr. Waylard: Trista you need to lie down and take this. *returns; holding his hand out to Trista; inside his palm nestled several pills. 

Trista: *shouts* No! 

Narrator: Trista as he pushes Lambert off his arm and runs out of the room. Sprinting through the cubicles he heads towards the exit. Rust growing and blowing away with steady time.

Trista: *get’s close to door; sees a blood cover child standing between them; sliding to a stop he sees doors decaying rapidly; and rust growing and blowing away with steady time*

Narrator: The child looks up at him. The child has holes for eyes surrounded by matted dirty blonde

hair. 

Child: Where are you going? 

Narrator: In disbelief he laughs and turns around to see a stooped cloaked figure behind him. Through the layers of the hood Trista could see black and decaying flesh. A stench filled the air. Trista bolted towards the exit doors and the child which had completely vanished. He stumbled outside into brightness. Now in full run Trista moves away from the rehab running towards the road.

Trista: *sees he trees are blurring behind him; hears the shrill scream from inside the building; reaches the road; out of breath; hears screeching brakes; gets hit by car; awakens*

Narrator: A younger guy with thin mustache is standing over him. 

Guy: Hey are you okay? Geez that was pretty bad. You stepped outta nowhere. Is there a concert

close?" *smiles; referring to his black attire*

Trista: *smartly* No. *helped up*

Garret: My name is Garret. *cutting Trista off as he tried to say something* You need a ride? I'm headed to the closest town. It's the least I can do.

Narrator: Trista nods and gets in the passenger side.