Novels by Cësca

There was nothing special about room 3c–except that ‘He’ always locked the door behind him, even during lunch. I only noticed because I always passed by at exactly 12:04. Today, the door was open. He seemed to be in some kind of trance as he made his way past me into the busy hall way, clutching something under his jacket and checking over his shoulders, curiosity won over common sense and now here I was–in the woods–watching my crush of over a year dig a shallow hole in the frozen earth. HOSEA The gymnasium looms ahead as I make my way over with Derrick who is still chattering loudly beside me, unaware of the internal turmoil I’m facing. This isn’t new to me though, he always is. As I stand in front of the building the energy feels… different and I can guess why. The arrival of Mr. Sinclair has stirred up the stagnant air of Briarcliff, a ripple of something akin to excitement disturbing the usual calm. Even I, generally preferring the quiet solace of the library, feel a prickle

UNKNOWN POV How long has it been since I last saw the outside world? This prison of mine has become a very familiar acquaintance and no matter how much of it I try to map out, it only seems to stretch on endlessly. Every day here has become one in which I pray to a God, I am no longer sure exists or maybe, true to what the voices in my head have been saying, I’ve actually been abandoned and left to rot here for my sins. My body seems so heavy and so for the fourth time today I pick myself up from the cobblestoned ground and trudge forward, feeling along the walls for anything I could have missed and knowing all the same that there isn’t any big mind blowing clue waiting for me in this dark hell hole. Suddenly a tremor racks through my whole body and that’s when reality hits me; ‘I’m going to die here’ My breathing has become labored, my anxiety resurfacing and clawing at my brain. I can’t die here. I refuse to die here! Gathering as much energy as I can, I start to scream for a lif

“If you touch me that way were going to have a major problem on our hand Conner. We should be hiding, asleep in fact.” “You look too perfect not to.” Warm hands caressed my face and then down my body leaving a trail of fire in their wake. BANG There’s blood. Everywhere. I’m being pulled. I can’t fight. I don’t fight. They killed him. The love of my life. They’ll kill me next. Tears run down my face as I succumb to my faith. SIMEON I jolt awake, breath shallow and sharp, like I’d just surfaced from drowning. For a moment, I don’t know where I am. The dream-the same one- clings to me like smoke, and the fragments that linger are enough to make my hands tremble. I sit up slowly pushing aside the sweat-drenched sheets. The room is dim, painted in early dawn’s orange and pale lavender. My heart thumps a steady, uneasy rhythm in my chest. The dream always starts the same way; the slamming door, sterile white tiles, muffled voices outside a closed curtain. Then the scream-somet

“Run!!! Through there. Scale the wall. They’re closing in!!” Wails filled the air as they had grown tired; running for so long would take its toll on anyone most especially children. Some of us knew what we had done to deserve this, others didn’t. I know we don’t have much time but we can only try. Another one has fallen, another caught. Who will save us? HOSEA ‘Dear Myles, its breezy today but this bloody sky– it’s still dull. My parents have been dragging my ass around for the whole day and I’m sure it’s going to fall off if I have to sit through another mindless banter. I’ve been missing you for so long and it hurts me to know I can’t be with you right now. I wonder what adventures you’re having without me. What’s Spain like this time of year? Is the sky also dull? Do birds fill the air? Do you smell the salt in the ocean so clearly? I envy you on some days more than others, today being one of them. I hope you come visit me soon. With love, –H.’ Myles was my half-brother fro