The Other Side (cont.)

All because no-one has ever figured out how to escape. But you know what they say; there’s a first for everything.

“We’re really doing this?” Tina says doubtfully.

“No, we walked 3 miles to the edge of the dome at 10:00 to decide not to escape.” I say wryly, “Now, pass me the hammer.” She reluctantly obliges and watches as I start tapping the corners of a panel.

“I really hope that this is safe, Rose... If I die, there will be no-one to look after Stanley.” Tina says quietly, fiddling with her necklace. I flash her a comforting look before going back to work.

“The chances of you dying are pretty slim,” I turn around and reassure her, “but even if you do, I’m sure your brother will be absolutely fine. He’ll go into your uncle's custody and-”

Crrrrr-aaaa-aack!

I whip my head around to see a giant crack in the panel, reaching from one corner to another. Branches slowly stretch from it as if they’re growing, extending towards the edges of the glass. I stare at it, adrenaline corrupting me. My brain wills me to move, to say something, but my body stays firmly in place, my eyes tracing the crevice. Bit by bit, the glass shattered before my eyes, until all that’s left was an empty frame. And, for one blissful moment, the world is silent.

By: Ellie MB