Dance with demons

No faces

My little room was all I owned. No more. All I remember and of course pain. Endless of pain. No faces of my family or the ones that gave my pain.
Did I ever think of running away? No, of course not because it was not possible! Guards where always outside my door and waiting for people to come and go and give me more pain and tears. I had no windows so I couldn't jump down from one of them. I was trapped in my own house and life... No where to run or cry.

But after all my life I have seen everything go in routines. Where everyone go and when and when the people come in to my room to take blood and texts. I Didn't know why but it's didn't matter anymore! I was going to run from there even it it would take hours to find a way out from the building! One way or another I would leave! It would be easy like a dance. Or it was what I thought.

I screamed to two guards that I needed to go to the toilet.
We walked through a dark corridor with a only one door. And it was my goal! Because in there it was I big window.
I walked in and looked the door. I heard the guards talking quietly to each other.
     They wouldn't hear if I broke the glass, would they?

This is my firs chapter of this story. I hope you like it even if it was only the short beginning.
And sorry that my English isn't the best. I am from Sweden so what can I do?