freedom.. sweet.. freedom

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Its been a long time.. Its been lonely its been nothing but darkness... Pure black evil... Why haven't I left... I loved him, but I guess... He didnt . today marks the third day I'm in here by the light coming from a crack of the border up window. I want the old castor back... Not the one has me trapped...

*knock knock* I lifted my head "who's there"? I asked thinking I was hearing things "its andy.. Wanna play"? He said "oh my god Andy"!! I said I was so excited "so is that a yes or no" Andy said waiting for an answer "yes.. Yes I'll play but first you have to get me out" I heard him start pulling on the boards and I heard a nail fall and roll under the door am I really going to be free again will I finally be able to leave. The sound of foot steps approached the door "Andy what are you doing"? Someone said "I'm taking Liza out see we could play can you help me" Andy said real happy while the sound of him jerking of a board echoed a symphony of freedom into my ears. "Yeah sure" Sebastian said and the sound of nails falling continued fallowed by the sound of falling wood.  And then everything was silent... Not a sound

And then the door creaked open freedom just sweet freedom.

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