“Okay, so this first chapter is just going to be randomly written without Word or Spell Check, and is mostly for me to see how well I can do without them. 3 So, here goes!”

That’s what I had put up on a forum (not on here) and said. I know my mistakes now, so don’t worry about that. I had actually put a second chapter up on that forum, but I don’t really like it now… ;; I know that sounds bad, but oh well I’ll try making a better second chapter

Chapter 1: Sanctuary?

Everything was gray, blue, and white. The walls, the cealing, the carpet, even the flowers that were set in the silver vase. My clothes joined in with this fashion with white shoes, blue jeans, a white shirt, a blue jean jacket, and even my hair was pulled up into a pony tail by a white scrunchy. By brunette hair was the only thing that stood out, yet matched, as my eyes were blue also.

I pulled myself into the corner of the silver walls, behind the couch. Everything was open and quite, but it wasn't serene. I shuddered as the footsteps above me stopped.

"Where could she have gone!?" some man shouted.

I scrunched my eyes to make myself feel invisible, even if it wasn't necessary.

"We've checked the whole house!" another man shouted, "She isn't here!"

"She can't have gone anywhere, there's nowhere to go!" the first shouted angrily to himself. "We had her trapped! Turn everything over! Maybe there's a trap door! She has to be somewhere in this house!"

I held my breath. Maybe, just maybe, everything would work out. Oh, if only I had my little plushy!

I heard them turn everything over, throwing things out through windows, crushing precious objects.

I with-held the tears that burned my throat and eyes.

Then, again, it was quite.

Had they found it? Did they see it? Were they comming down the shaft now?

No. They had something else planed; death. It started out as a clock's ticking, a heartbeat that I felt in my chest. I covered my head, cowering in my corner. The ticking got faster, following my heart's pace. Then, the bomb went off.