i turn and run scaning the walls for another hallway that i missed or something. i find a door about halfway back to the room i was just in. i spend no time thinking if it is safe or not, i just open the door. i quickly run in and softly shut the door. i turn and see all back.i run my hands on the wall searching for a light switch. i freeze as i hear footsteps pass the door and open the to the room i was locked up in, or suppost to be.
"ROBERT!" the man screams. uh oh.
I continue frantically searching for a lightswitch till my fingers feel the little switch. I flip it and blink as light floods the room. My eyes widen in shock as i look at all the shiny metal tools laying out on a metal table. I walk up to it to get a better look and notice there are diffrent lenghts and widths of knives. I also noticed a spot where a pile of scissors lay. I walk around the table to see if there is anything else weird here. I hear another set of footsteps, im guessing robert, run down the hall outside and talk to the man who yelled.
"HOW COULD YOU LET A TEENEGER ESCAPE?! I WAS PROMISED GOOD MONEY FOR HER!!." Oh, so they want to sell me now, do they? I silently walk back over to the light switch and turn it off. I go back to where the table was and crouch behind it.

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Was Once Perfect
Teen FictionOnce I used to be happy. Once I used to have hope. Once I was perfect.