I couldn't break a sweat without it drying in the next five seconds from the lack of hot air. It was just the coldness of the room and my fast heartbeat now. Every time one of the floorboards from outside creaked there was always that part of me that thought someone was coming to save me, that hope stopped after a while.
The times I tried pulling away from the rusty chains the skin on my wrists always felt like it was being ripped. Eternal dread was what I called it. The feeling you get when you just wanna fast forward to the future so you don't have to go through something you don't want to endure.
I realized I had been fighting back my salty sobs from all the hoping I've been so occupied with. Now that it was out of the way, my legs sunk to the sides and my body leaned forward, my arms being the only thing keeping me from falling dead on my face.
I wondered, how the boy was able to grab the pipe. His entire body, head to toe, was entangled in heavy layers of chains. It was inspiring. I won't let some hag get her way— no way in hell. I start inclining forward with all my might, ignoring the restraints plunging deep into my chest and skin. I force my legs to straighten out with all the anger I had building up in me.
I knew I could get out, I watched someone do it right in front of me. The veins bubbling up from underneath the skin on my hands and my scrunched up nose, I had a brother and the last interaction we had wasn't the greatest. I'm planning on changing that.
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