Chapter 3
I'm scared; I am stuck in a dark room, with no windows with a dirt floor. Seriously this what the universe has in store for me? Want to know the worst part? My best friend threw me in here. He kept ranting telling me it was my entire fault, how he died. I wanted to laugh in his face, of course I knew that.
I crawled on the floor, trying to find an exit or maybe even light. My hand brushed against the wood frame of what I hoped was a door. I stood up slowly, and I started to bang on the door.
"Danny Fenton you cannot keep me in here forever!"
As the minutes accumulated to what felt like hours, I gave up. I needed to save my strength. Strength was all I had left…..
I stood up and walked around trying to think of an escape plan. But there wasn't anything I could think off. I could kick the door down and run, but then again I have no idea where I am, I could in a whole different country.
I ran my hands threw my thick but short hair. Well, kicking down the door is all I have right now. I'll worry about where I'm going next.
I raised my foot to the door, and after that gave a powerful kick. I soon regret doing that….