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AN: This chapter has now been revised to get rid of chunky paragraphs - 26/4/11

White Chair

Alex had decided on a plan, and chosen the time that he was going to implement it. That time being right now. He had been thinking of all the subtle ways he could use to get out of the hospital but now he had decided on a different tactic entirely. There was exactly thirty seconds until the doctor came in to take him out for his evening walk.

The door opened and Alex focused on not letting his rising anticipation change the way he usually reacted. He felt his arm being taken as he was pulled to his feet and he walked slowly out into the corridor. He walked down to the window he usually stood at to look outside.

He had picked his night time walk because not as many workers were on call at night. And none of the other patients would get in the way of his plans. Alex looked out the window at the snow covered ground. He had to time this perfectly.

He started moving from the window, glancing around himself, face blank, emotionless. He moved slowly, pausing at each window to look out for a few minutes.

Over the last week he had started wandering around, moving from one side of the room to the next. He did this so when he did move the doctor who watched over him would think his behavior normal and not take too much interest in what he was doing.

He moved to the next window. This one was only three steps away from the corner. Behind the corner was a flight of stairs which led to the first floor. To the front doors.

He put his hand on the wall and let it slide over the plaster as he walked to the corner, trying not to tense as he waited for the call of alarm. The doctors didn't like it when he wandered from eyesight. He reached the corner and kept going, keeping his hand on the wall. Once he was all the way around he began moving quickly, not fast enough to create a lot of noise but just fast enough that by the time the doctor realized he was out of sight he would already be on the stairs. His bare feet helped his case, letting him move almost silently, only the quiet slap of his feet on the linoleum giving away his pace. He made it to the stairs and began climbing down them just as he heard the doctor's voice. "Alex?"

Alex began to run, hopping the stairs, taking them three or four at a time and jumping the last five. He crouched low and caught his breath. He wasn't as fit as usual. His life being almost motionless for so long had not been good for his health.

He started running down the corridor. He heard a shout and ran faster. He turned a corner and found the door. He reached it and cursed, it was locked with a password system. He looked around it, looking for the password, sometimes old age homes and hospitals like this did that, left the password close because they felt the patients wouldn't realize it was there and employees and families who forgot it would know it was there. But Alex couldn't find the password.

He looked around, he could hear running and if he didn't get out now, they would watch him, knowing he wasn't the emotionless shell he had been making them believe he was. His gaze fell on a plain white chair and he grinned. He ran over to it and picked it up. Turning, he swung it at the glass doors. They cracked and Alex heard calls of alarm as the doctor who had been watching him alerted others to his escape.

He swung the chair again and the glass gave a little. He spun in a tight circle and hit out again and the glass shattered. Alex laughed as he knocked out more of the glass from the frame and jumped out of the opening. He winced as his bare feet landed on glass fragments, but nothing could kill the adrenalin flooding his veins. He sprinted out into the car park and through the gates. He didn't stop until he made it down the street.

He weaved through several back streets and alleys before finally pausing to breathe through a stitch and the piercing ache in his lungs and feet behind a supermarket. He glanced down at the cuts on his feet, they were bleeding and dirty but Alex didn't care.

He was free.