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I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling. I feel at my throat and notice the strap is not there. I sit upright and see the strap and chain lying next to the wall.

My heart starts beating faster.

I stand up slowly, brushing down the white flowy dress.

I need to get out of here...

Carefully, I walk closer to the steel trolley and firmly wrap my fingers around one of the injections, bringing it up against my chest.

Okay... Okay... Okay...

"Okay... Breathe and calm down..." My voice is soft. I slowly walk towards the door.
My legs shaky.
My hands sweaty.
My lungs fill rapidly.

It won't be unlocked...

My hand slowly hugs the handle. I push slightly.

It's unlocked!

A sudden chill fills my spine as I slowly open the door, holding my breath and fixing my hand with the injection up above my shoulder.
I take a peek.

Nothing... Which way? Left? Right?

One foot in front of the other, I decide to turn left.

I creep down a long dark passage with a few candles held up by holders, fastened against the wall.

Okay... Okay...

I reach the end of the corridor and slowly press my back against the wall.
I tried my best to keep my breathing quiet. I bring the injection up against my chest again.

Peeking around, I see the side of the staircase and the front door far ahead. I look at the other side and notice it is the corridor that leads to the kitchen.

My heartbeat becomes deafening.

Just run...
But what if the door is locked?
You are so close.
Okay... Think...
Take it slow.

I look down at the injection and bring it back up over my shoulder, pointing the needle out in front of me.

You need a proper weapon!
But what? There is nothing!

I take a deep breath. And start sliding along the wall. I look up at the staircase.

Okay... You're good... It's good... Almost there...

I look back at the door and start tip-toeing faster.

Almost...

I reach the door and hastily push the handle down.

Ah!

I freeze hearing the handle squeak slightly. I look behind me and back again at the door.

Okay... it's okay... You are still fine...

I start pushing the handle down again.

It's open!?
IT'S OPEN!

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