Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2012 6:18:00 GMT -5
Meredith would have screamed, but the pressure that seemed to be crushing her body as it slammed against the floor prevented her from doing so. The sound that escaped from her lips, as a result, was more of a croak and would not be heard by anyone outside the classroom. Suddenly, her skin felt attacked, her organs had to work harder to keep her alive, and her ear drums felt like they were going to burst. She constantly wanted to scream at the pain but couldn't. It was a horrible feeling, but she had to overcome it to get to the door. As soon as the bubble of air pressure around her subsided, Meredith gasped for air and, despite the pain and stress that still plagued her every muscle, attempted to crawl toward the door. Unfortunately, the petite five foot four teenager wasn't very strong to begin with, so it wasn't an easy effort.
Besides, she could still sense Seth's emotions. On top of his anger and sorrow, he was confident. He knew that he had her, and part of Meredith knew that he was right. She was probably safest if she just complied to whatever it was he wanted, or whatever it was the person controlling him wanted.
Meredith turned her body over so that she could look at Seth. She stared at his knife as he shouted at her, and her heart started beating even more rapidly than before. This isn't Seth, this isn't Seth, this isn't Seth, this isn't Seth, Meredith told herself. Seth would never have done this to her.
"Seth, Seth, it's me, it's Meredith, it's Meredith," she cried desperately, her voice weak and hoarse. Even as she made her plea, her body crawled backwards, towards the door, towards the crowds that she usually hated so much but would do anything to see at the time, towards safety. Hoping that he would take a few moments to process her emotional appeal, Meredith gathered her strength and pushed her body off the floor, turned around, and made another attempt to sprint out of the classroom.
Besides, she could still sense Seth's emotions. On top of his anger and sorrow, he was confident. He knew that he had her, and part of Meredith knew that he was right. She was probably safest if she just complied to whatever it was he wanted, or whatever it was the person controlling him wanted.
Meredith turned her body over so that she could look at Seth. She stared at his knife as he shouted at her, and her heart started beating even more rapidly than before. This isn't Seth, this isn't Seth, this isn't Seth, this isn't Seth, Meredith told herself. Seth would never have done this to her.
"Seth, Seth, it's me, it's Meredith, it's Meredith," she cried desperately, her voice weak and hoarse. Even as she made her plea, her body crawled backwards, towards the door, towards the crowds that she usually hated so much but would do anything to see at the time, towards safety. Hoping that he would take a few moments to process her emotional appeal, Meredith gathered her strength and pushed her body off the floor, turned around, and made another attempt to sprint out of the classroom.