Day Three
The Break
Once again, there was wind brushing through my hair. I didn't know exactly what way to go, at least not yet. After all, I had only been staying there for three days. I slowed down as I got to each corner, checking for any stray nurses or doctors on the look out, I couldn't get caught, the results would be far too disastrous. I was running through each corridor, one after the next, I didn't stop; I just wanted to get away. I was almost there, I could see the desk.
I found myself laying on a cold floor, a new cell…a more enclosed cell. I'd been caught, and by the looks of it, I had been changed to a more secure cell. I did not know a way out of this one, I had no mental map to work from; let alone how I would devise my new escape plan. Why I had run loose, I don't know. The only thing I do know is if I stay much longer, I will come to an end, and I don't know how much longer that will be.
A couple of hours later I think it were, but it seemed so much more. I tried calling out to a nurse, but perhaps my cell was sound proof, was that even allowed? I think to the plus sides of my being here and in this particular cell. It stops me from thinking to the bad things about it. I was finally away from the place I hated most, yet why I wanted to go back I don't know. Perhaps it was because it was home after all, and I start thinking to myself, maybe I did like having all of those nightmares like things in my life, even my last memory. A memory that still haunts my mind and terrorises my dreams. Yet I still can't think why I would ever want it to happen again. I liked the feel of the cool smooth yet sharp blade rush across my skin, bringing all my deepest pain close to me and out to the surface where it would be gone, yet it wasn't enough. I had to go on.
No, I couldn't speak about it now, if anyone would ever hear these words running out of my mouth, to think would I do it again? I do feel sorry for my family, having to witness and bear so much, yet I am not. It released some pain from my soul; I was so close to death, I could see my end. Yet I was grabbed and brought back to earth. I didn't really deserve it, no, why me? I was so careless, didn't really ever care much for this gift.
I lay once again in my cell; brought back to the reality of things. I needed to get out. I had to, only I had no way. After a while of thinking, I decided to draw a mental map, perhaps when I go out to the cafeteria for supper, perhaps maybe then I would make my final escape.
I wasn't sure if I was ready, this place was making my insanity grow and become a part of me, that could never be removed, but I felt there were still things I had to figure out while I was there. There were so many questions that were waiting to be answered, but who would answer them? I sit quietly, once again humming to myself, calming myself; I had nothing to do, no one for help, and nowhere to run. I felt a deep anger, and weakness rising inside of me. Taking away my strengths and any positive thoughts that were left running through my veins, it was going to happen. When? I don't know. How? There was no possible way. But it was one way or another. At least something was going to happen. Slowly, yet to fast for me to catch it; the visions started again. They were running across my eyes, and they wouldn't stop. Was this it? Was it really the end? I didn't know quite what way I should turn next; I didn't know what new corridor my life would find itself trapped in. It unexpectedly went dark and I had no choice; my soul was left in some strangers hands.