THE CORPSE HELENA
"The room was cold and her bare feet started hurting, since she read the weird inscription she had been unable to leave her room, time had passed and it seemed like forever. Once she read those weird words the book started showing her stories, stories about other people, at first Helena was surprised and sat down and read them amused, however they all seemed to end up in a tragic way, her mood was going down and she felt irritated.
Carelessly, she tossed the book to bed and headed towards the door, it was in that moment that she realized that the door wouldn't open. Helena looked down and tried to remove the lock however the door had been unlocked the whole time, yet it refused to open. She then remember something written on the book, something about a way out so she looked around but when she turned towards the bed, the book she had been looking for was gone.
It seemed like a few hours had passed already since she had been locked up in her room, however nobody had come around looking for her, Helena felt the anxiety growing within, she wanted to leave the room and for some reason she was unable to do so. Then she started cursing locking herself up and reading such a weird book. It was all so confusing, so illogical. Her family was downstairs. Helena got up and started hitting the door and screaming loud, someone had to hear her, if her family was not in the house, probably one of the neighbors.
There she was for a few minutes hitting the door until her hands started aching, it had been quite some time while she hit the door and screamed but there was no response. Helena started getting angry and proceed to kick the door. Once and again and again, her feet was smashed against the door, however no matter how hard, there was no change, no movement. Her blood began to boil in her veins as she kicked harder and started hitting with her hands as well. But in the end the door remained the same without giving in to her efforts.
Helena could feel the rage climbing up inside her. She was desperate and upset. She hated how illogical it all was. She hated being locked in her room without a way to leave. She grabbed the wooden chair and as her rage was rising she tossed it against the door. No changes. The unchanging situation only upset her more it seemed like if it was mocking her as it calmly rested before her eyes while she was boiling inside yet the room seemed to keep the same sepulchral peace.
Her nerves were wrecking her up and started feeling herself filled with hatred. Hatred towards the stupid book. Hatred towards her stupid self. Hatred towards the damned situation. Hatred towards her family and neighbors, for not coming over to her aid when she was desperately crying out for help. Hatred towards being abandoned in that manner. And with all the hatred boiling in her veins, Helena grabbed and threw the wooden chair against the door countless times until suddenly the chair was smashed against the door and a cracking sound filled the room.
Helena looked down to see the chair cracked, her eyes sparkled and she went on and grabbed it once some and continued smashing it until the wooden piece was destroyed. She walked back until her back touched the wall and her knees were bend over, her body slipped down until she touched the ground. Her eyes were fixed on the smashed and destroyed pieces of wood that used to be a chair. Then a grin appeared on her lips, Helena kept on looking at what it used to be one of her personal favorite chairs now entirely broken down and a chuckle came out, her eyes sparkled while they kept looking at the wood and the chuckle gained strength turning into a crazed and uncontrolled laugh.
She finally had been able to change something within the ever so calmed room, she felt victorious and proud and ecstasy was flooding her. The intensity of her laugh went down after a little while and while she calmed herself, Helena's eyes started looking up the door that kept her trapped. The chair laid smashed and destroyed before her but the door was intact, not even a scratch over the polished surface of it. In that moment, her spirits from being all high above in ecstasy went free fall down.
Tears began to show in her eyes while she used her hands to pull back the hair that was covering her eyes. Desperation began to cloud her vision and soon tears were slowly falling down from her stressed and sad eyes. Helena wanted to leave the room. She felt powerless and stressed, all her efforts so far seemed useless. Tears started running down her face as she accepted that she was trapped and locked, and probably she wouldn't be able to set herself free from that her own bedroom.
It felt like a jail, the room where she had rested comfortably. Then an idea came to mind and she shivered, a chill ran up her spine. The room where she used to come to rest shall now be her final resting place. Her eyes were covered with tears upon the thought of dying in that room, probably alone and locked away. Hysteria started taking control over her, despair was moving her to get out, no matter the cost and Helena refused to be locked in that room.
Her eyes wondered around the room but suddenly what she began to see, was not her comfortable bedroom, but a mocking prison. Filled with despair she stood up breathing heavily and refusing to believe that this place was her own bedroom. No, that place would never give her the nightmare she was living now. This was a torture chamber. A horrible prison where she was now trapped. A Prison. The word kept echoing in her mind, it sounded strangely accurate. A Prison. Locked, unable to leave. A Prison. Suddenly she realized why the word had been such a match, she had read it earlier, in that book.
Her eyes were open wide when she started remembering the passage where she read it, it was all in the book. Controlled by hysteria she jumped up and went to the bed, desperately looking for that damned cause of this nightmare. Pillows started flying and soon the bed covers were up in the air too, but no sign of such a book nowhere.
The rules began reappearing in her mind and she realized the gravity of the situation, all because of that book. Her sentence had been dictated but she was not going to wait calmly for it to happen. Helena was decided to take control of her own future and not let a book take over her and mock her own existence.
She looked around and then she saw a window, the door probably might be shut down but since the chair was crushed, then glass could also be shattered. In her eyes the spark of hope was glowing, realizing that her only exit might be the window, a few tears ran down her eyes when she realized her way out, she was thankful. Then keeping her calm she walked up to the window and tried opening it, however it would move, not even a bit. This did not surprised Helena, for she was already expecting something like this to happen, she sighed and a grin appeared in her face.
She had tried nicely and it did not worked, but since the start she had thought about a more rough approach, now it was time to put her theory to the test, after all she had nothing to lose in the matter and if it all went right, she could win back her own freedom. Helena took a deep breath and looked around for something to smash the window to pieces, her eyes quickly scanning around the objects that she could use, finally she decided to take chances with the pieces of wood from what used to be her chair.
Helena went back to the door, grabbed the biggest piece that she thought she could use to smash the glass and went back to the wall where her target was, she looked at it steadily building up her courage to face the outcome of it, she held the piece of chair with both her hands and swing it at the window. It didn't broke. She got scared of facing the reality of being locked for good in the room and tossed the piece of wood in hysteria towards the glass. A crashing sound echoed in the room.
While the crash still repeated itself in Helena's mind, her eyes were filled with tears as she stared at the window, the glass was before her, with a piece gone and the rest of it cracked. Helena couldn't stop the tears that were coming out of her eyes, she found a way out, and finally she could abandon that room. She was free.
Helena pushed the night table under the window and climbed on it, she proceed to check the width of the area where she could leave and was able to confirm that the window had enough space to let her out. Smiling, she proceeded to head out, pushing first some glasses out to make room for her to escape. Then she placed her hands on the edge and lift herself, her head was out of the window, it all seemed dark, probably night time, no lights. It didn't mattered, the only thing she cared about was leaving the room.
The feeling of victory and success wrapped her body and she decidedly held herself up the window to escape, when her head poked out of the room, joy started flowing through her veins. She was out. It was real. Then Helena's hands moved up and pulled the rest of her chest out. She felt a piece of glass going through her skin, she carelessly had placed her hand on it without noticing, but it didn't mattered, she was leaving that room whatever the cost. She pulled once more and her ribs were out the window.
Blood started dripping form her hand, she kept pulling herself until her hips were on the edge of the window. Then the pain started, half her body was out already. And her chest started aching real bad. For some reason the rules kept going back through her mind. Helena tried to pull herself away and shake off the thoughts related to the book, but they kept coming back at her reminding her that she could not avoid her fate. She struggled and the pain in her chest increased, then she noticed that her hands lost strength. Despair swallowed her and she began crying. Helena refused to end up because of a stupid book. The tears of impotence were washing her face, she screamed and struggled. A groan came out of her lips while she kept fighting against the fate she was now facing and a few moments later it was delivered. Helena's heart stopped beating and her body lost all the energy as it was claimed by the wings of the angel of death to be taken to the hades.
Then Helena became a Hunter lost in the Quest. Honor Helena's memory and learn from her, experience, may her path bring light over yours. May you be able to complete the Quest."
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