The Rescue

Listen

I hear a thump and a muffled voice. Who..who could it be? I've heard the voice before. Its a male voice, but not real deep. I can make out few words like missing, find, and to my astonishment Lynn.

I know, I know who the voice belonged too. I frantically scrub at the windows dirt until I form a small circle of clear. I saw them. He either wore black converse with a faded star on the side or his new orange gray Puma tennis shoes. Brandon! I screamed his name so loud my throat hurt.

What am I going to do? I need to get out? But how?

I get this crazy idea and it might take time.

Take a deep breath Lynn.

I press my now sweating palms against the concrete wall. I move, one foot in front of the other, dragging my hands carefully with me. I keep walking until I feel a corner. I turn with the corner and keep moving. I keep this up until I come to a spot in the wall. Its a crevice. My fingers work their way along the indent. Until I return to my original side and realize it's a door. Although there is no handle, I've made progress.

Finally!

I finish my way around the room and sit under the window again. Back against the wall, legs pulled close to my chest, I'm so sleepy.

Only a little while...

I'm almost asleep when I hear a vibrant creak coming from the direction of the door. My head falls to the side. Sleep finds me again.