Who Am I?

A Strange Perhaps

A strange thing has occurred.

We are not longer receiving food.

While we sleep, the tray of food no longer appears on the bedside. It's been like this for three days now. We still get water, but we are strangely not feeling that weak.

It's for this fact that we have decided to leave.

"You sure we have everything?" Jane signs. Her voice works, but not nearly enough that is more efficient than signing.

I nod, and she slides a single brick out with her delicate fingers. Light streams into our tiny, cramped, and gross smelling cell.

I debate taking them off brick by brick, but practicality reaches my brain, and I just shove the bricks over. A total of eight bricks topple out. Just enough space for us to squeeze through.

Jane goes first. She's smaller, and if I got stuck, she could run.

She falls through, and I crawl through the makeshift bag we made from bed sheets over. Now it's my turn.

I go through feet first and lower myself slowly. I just make it through the hole.

My feet hit soft ground as my head hits the light. I close my eyes quickly. It's too bright. I open my eyes again and keep a hand over my brow. I observe our surroundings.

We're in a small clearing of a forest. The air is quiet and still. The sun is high, and it looks peaceful.

Well

Except for the part were we escape what I presume to be a kidnapping.

That's not very peaceful.

I throw the bag over my shoulder, and Jane looks at me, studying.

"You look different," she says with a quirk of her eyebrow.

"So do you," I reply. Looking at someone with the dim light of a bulb was mere in comparison to looking at someone during high sun.

"Let's get going," I say and pick a direction to the left of the hole we made, "It'll be nightfall in six hours, and we need food and shelter."

Jane picks up a stone and smooths it in her hand as we walk into what could either be our death or our freedom.