The basement

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We arrived in the house and mother gave Demi to father and started to walk else where with me. We turned the corner and slowly opened the door at the very end of the hall. We descended down the stairs and I was put down on the floor and left there.
I was an extremely intelligent child even at age 3 hours. As soon as my mother left me in the dark I started crawling for I knew it was my only way to survive. I ambled towards the door and reached for the handle. It was no use. There was no way I was going to reach that for a good 3 years or so. I came up with a plan. Since there was nothing down here except the cold floor and a metal pole going from the ceiling to the floor I was limited with my choices. I squirmed up the pole and sprung towards the door a good 20 feet. I just barely made it hanging on with only one finger. I was able to get a firm grip on the handle and started to yank on it. Pulling it down with all my strength. It wouldn't budge. It was locked. I was stuck in here and thought I was to die. I started crying on the cold cement until I fell asleep. Only to wake up to what I thought was my savior but was it really?

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