Sara's Misfortune Chapter 9 - Welcome to Hell
Sara reached the bathroom door, her source of light. Even at her diminutive size, she still had to crouch slightly to slip under the wooden barrier. Halfway under the door, the carpet started in Krystal's room. Sara laid down and began to crawl, the carpet supporting her tiny body like a vast mattress. As she slipped through, she stood up and surveyed the room. Krystal was sitting on the edge of her bed, slipping on a pair of socks. "Ah hell, might as well," Sara thought to herself. She began to wave her little arms above her head, and hollered, "Over here! Help!"
After shouting herself hoarse, Sara huffed and dropped her arms to her sides. Krystal couldn't hear her, her eyes never looked up from her shoes, or the phone in her hand. Sara took off in a sprint, the carpet springing slightly under her feet. It was similar to running on sand, minus the tiny grains getting everywhere. Sara kept her eyes on Krystal, and began yelling and waving her arms as she was about halfway across the fl