The darkened cellar, made me wheeze as I squinted my eyes; attempting to see inches ahead of myself. I had gotten my hands free of the rope and I wasn't sure whether the moist feeling around my hands were sweat or blood. I prayed to whomever would listen that it wasn't the latter.
The only sound I could hear was my breath - this was good; he wasn't here. I tried to find the stairs, but kept tripping over small stones, but I kept tripping over small stones. I was malnourished due to lack of sunlight and food.
I ran as fast as I could, finally reaching the steps and skidding my knees on the second step. I took my time as climbed. When I reached the top, I waited for a moment so I could catch my breath. I proceeded to try the door. Success! I opened it, adrenaline rushing. I could see the front door, my soul felt hope for the first time in so long. I wanted to feel rain on my skin again, I'd finally appreciate the smaller things!
It was almost within my grasp! He coughed and I was suddenly frozen still. I looked at the door, perhaps I could make it. I heard a click and every glamour of hope left me. I now lay in my resting place, hoping for people to find me. I lay in the basement of that god forsaken creep.
