CHAPTER FIVE: LET ME OUT
Have you ever had a gut feeling? Like a really bad one?
One of those feelings that tell you to run and hide. One of those feelings that tell you that something is off. Maybe a small detail your brain didn't quite notice. Maybe it's just some subtle clues that your unconscious peaces together.
But, you can tell danger is just around the corner.
Well, the thing is that when the nurses appeared in front of my cell, I could tell that was my last "intervention". I don't know why I knew that. There really was no way I could tell, yet I just knew it.
Just like I knew they were going to open the cell door before casting the sleeping spell, like they sometimes did. And just when I saw an opening, I started running like never before. I pushed the nurses out of the way and, with an extraordinary force, managed to break through.
Full of adrenaline, I sprinted towards what I remember was the exit. Thankfully, the whole prison was just one long corridor, so there was no way I could get lost.
I could hear the nurses behind me, but I didn't turn around. I was moving so fast, their voices soon became a distant echo. This surprised me. How could I be going so fast? Maybe it had something to do with…
The stairs! I had finally reached the stairs.
This was my only chance to escape from this hell-hole. I was so hopeful that maybe I could run away and go back home. But, still, a small part of me told me this wasn't going to be that easy. And as I was rushing up, I hated to see that my fears were right.
A big metal door was blocking the way. How could I have been so naive to think the exit was just going to be wide open?
I placed my hand on the cold metal. The door felt heavy and there was no way to open it.
I tried to push it with all my strength.
. . .
It didn't move one bit.
The nurses must have cached up with me, because I could hear their rapid footsteps. But I just could not get caught. I would never forgive myself.
So I pushed and kicked and screamed until my fists were fiery red and the door, still standing upright, had burn marks.
I looked at my hot palms and then at the burnt patches. But I could only look twice before the nurses tackled me to the ground and put me to sleep.
I wonder where all of these powers came from... Next chapter the story will take an interesting turn. Sorry for the cliffhanger.