Wednesday, 15 August 2012

Cravings XXII (Paige)


XXII - Paige

            This was a very bad idea, Paige thought as she walked slowly down the long corridor, a few turns, now, from where she would have been able to see Josh, I should have stayed with him.  We could have explored both ways together if we had tried but I…  She didn’t want to finish that thought.  She was ashamed of herself.  She should have been thinking of Charlie, of a way to save that poor boy.  Even if she had been thinking of her own survival first, it would have been better than fantasising about the impossible.

            And it was impossible.  She had sworn to David that she would never do it again and their arguments had always stemmed from the fact that he simply didn’t believe, though he stayed with her nonetheless.  Had she really believed it herself?  She didn’t know, but her feelings just a few minutes ago told her everything she needed to know about her own weakness.

            I can’t let that happen again, she thought, but I don’t know if I have the strength to resist.  She might not give in that night, she realised, but she was sure that, if they all managed to survive, she would be tempted again, and again, and again, because there were always attractive young men out there.  One day, maybe even one day soon, she would succumb.  So how do I escape? she wondered, How can I ever be strong enough?

            Her thoughts, and the corridor, came to a dead end.  She was so lost in her mental landscape and the physical one finished so abruptly that she almost walked into the wall.  She stared at it in confusion for a moment, then scanned the corridor around her.  There was nothing, no fire escape, no water cooler, no cleaning accommodation or ventilation system.  There was absolutely no reason for the corridor to come this way and then to end so suddenly.  There was nothing to do but walk back the way she had come.

            Maybe I missed a door, she wondered, but as she traced her steps she found that the walls were completely blank and featureless all the way back to the junction where she had left Josh.  The corridor twisted and turned several times along that length, but there seemed to be no reason for any of it.  It left her with an uneasy feeling, but there was also a sense of relief that nothing had been able to harm and that there was a clear way ahead.  She could only follow Josh and once they were together again she knew she’d feel a bit more secure.

            But I have to watch myself with him now.  I can’t just give in to temptation.  If only I could find the strength.

            She remembered something then, a line of scripture from her childhood, something picked up at a rare visit to Sunday School when her mother had been feeling vulnerable during a fight with her father and had taken them to a friend’s church.  She couldn’t remember where in the bible it was from, wouldn’t have been able to find it even if she had, and had no idea if the wording was correct, but the verse rose up in her mind, unbidden, nonetheless.

            Remember I commanded you to be strong and brave, for the Lord your God is with you.

            She almost laughed at the absurdity of it, remembering fragments of a childish ‘memory verse’ from decades ago, but there seemed to be something terribly serious about the memory, like she actually needed to use it.

            Is that where I’m supposed to get my strength from, she wondered?

            Her thoughts were completely interrupted when a loud banging sounded echoed along the corridor before her, followed by a frantic scrabbling and then,

            “Help!  Help me!  Someone, please!”

            Oh god!  It was Josh.  Oh god, what’s happening, what do I do?  He sounded terrified, more so than Paige could recall him sounding all night.  He was hysterical.  And that noise!  It was impossible to describe, even thinking of the memory of it was difficult for Paige, but it was like a silence dubbed in over the top of sound and yet it was slick and sharp and hateful.

            “Help me, please!” Josh screamed, sobbed, and pounded once more.

            I have to help him, Paige realised and, thinking of the verse she had just recalled, said a silent prayer that she might be able to face whatever was ahead, then she ran, breathless, pounding, to the rescue.

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