Soft ambient music rolled and flowed around the empty corridors and rooms of the neglected and abandoned school. Playing only to the memories captured in the very cells and fabric of the building, hypnotic subliminal messages repeating themselves to closed ears, the sorrowful sobbing of a young girl entwined within the notes from the keys of a piano. The girl could see her words as black as the ribbon in her hair, unspoken as they twisted and coiled through the abyss of her incarceration for all eternity. Her eyes watched as the two figures made their way into the building, if she had a heart it would be racing.
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Soft ambient music rolled and flowed around the empty corridors and rooms of the neglected and abandoned school. Playing only to the memories captured in the very cells and fabric of the building, hypnotic subliminal messages repeating themselves to closed ears, the sorrowful sobbing of a young girl entwined within the notes from the keys of a piano. The girl could see her words as black as the ribbon in her hair, unspoken as they twisted and coiled through the abyss of her incarceration for all eternity. Her eyes watched as the two figures made their way into the building, if she had a heart it would be racing.
Running to get under cover from the pelting rain which wasn’t unusual for a bleak January evening, Michael was hoping to get a little hotter quite soon and had only one thing one his mind as he pushed the boarding back over the gap he and Hanna had just squeezed through. Pushing her up against the dust-encrusted wall, Michael began to slide his hand up Hanna’s thigh, his fingers foot stepping their way along her leg.
“Don’t do that Michael, I’m scared and I don’t think this is a good idea, can we get out of here?” Michael knowing this was his only chance of any kind of romance was reluctant; he proceeded to walk further into the darkness pulling her by the hand.
Hanna opened her eyes wide straining to see into the darkness of the room they had just entered. Along one side it had large heavy blackout curtains at its windows and the floor felt like wood under the soft soles of her pumps. Perspiration was springing wet from her palms but she wouldn’t let go of Michael’s hand, she thought she could hear the sound of murmuring coming from the walls themselves and was getting herself in a state. Calming herself she fought to keep up with Michael.
“Look at this, can you believe this is still in here?” Michael said as his thigh bumped into a piano, caressing the old wood he lifted the lid and pressed down on one of the keys with his index finger, the note rang out shrill in the emptiness echoing round the acoustically sound room.
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