Rebecca Nielson English
Short Story – English GCSE Coursework.
Security quickly rushed to the scene, pushing the crowd in all different directions to get to the madness. People drifted away from what they were doing to join the crowd whilst it was moving, following the action like a flock of sheep being herded into a pen. People were climbing onto furniture to try and get a better view of what was going on, the area around the crowd was literally empty apart from the odd couple of bags. There was a loud scream. The crowd split in to two groups as the security guards dragged a young blonde woman out, her arms and legs kicking. Trying to wriggle free she turned to the left, right and left again, it was no use, their grip was to tight. The crowd tried to follow what was happening, but were stopped near the stairs by more security. Her heels scraped along the marbled floor, leaving scuff marks were she had been, and making a shrill scratching sound like nails on a blackboard. They dragged her into a large circular room with a dark grey tiled floor, walls as black as night and ebony roof beams stretching across the dull roof. His hand tightly gripped around her jaw, muffling any screams she made and causing immense pain to run throughout her body. Bang. Click. The door, locked. She was trapped, in a cold dark room; the only light was the small gap in the brickwork on the opposite wall, allowing a ray of white light to be seen near the centre of the floor. She lay, shivering and sobbing. Thud. Thud. Thud. She sat bolt upright, back to the wall. She began to rock back and forth. Breathing heavily and still shivering. Silence. Her breathing slowed down and she listened, but nothing. She began to crawl along the floor, round the side of the room following the walls as a guide to where she was. One hand on the floor against the wall, the other feeling around to find, something. Anything. The door creaked open, the room filled with bright light. She froze. Slowly turning her head towards the door, she saw an old wash basin, next to it was a small metal table filled with different metal instruments. An old dentist chair stood proudly in the centre of the room, rips in the seating, stuffing hanging out the rips. Blood! Splattered on the floor around the chair was blood. She opened her mouth to scream, yet nothing came out. She turned towards the door, and looked for who was there. The light was blinding, her eyes squinting as she tried to look closer, she saw a silhouette but could not make out who or what it was. Bang. Within seconds the light from the room drained, like water in a sink. She sat, head in hands, tears rolling down her face. Her body numb with cold; slumped against the wall, motionless.
