I walked slowly down the corridor. It was white, maybe an opaque white I thought to myself. My footsteps became louder as I departed from the carpet onto tile flooring. This hospital isn't the right place for me, and I knew I had to get out somehow. My plan had to come into action sometime soon or I would be locked in the confines of this hell for life. I saw the door I was looking for. 423. I knocked checking down the hallway; I wasn't supposed to be out at this hour. Someone knocked on the door twice- it was our secret knock-. I knocked once again, and the door swung open I slid in quickly and closed the door in a hurry.