I had found my clothes in a small cabinet next to my bed so I quickly slipped on my black jeans and Deathstars shirt. I knew I needed to shower, but right then, I didn’t care.
I walked over to the door, and turned the handle carefully. I then edged it open the tiniest bit so I had a small gap to see out of. Surely enough, Angelo and his friends were all there, chatting quietly. That meant getting away through the door wasn’t an option so I shut it silently.
I paced in my room for a few seconds and I gripped my hair in my hands. I had to get away, I had to! Then, a not so great idea dawned on me. I had a window.
I rushed over to it and opened it. Luckily it could open pretty wide, even though the window was small. There was enough room for me to crawl out. First of all, I looked out of the window, checking that there was an actual way for me to climb down; I didn’t want to scramble out there and fall.
I noticed a sort of thick ledge within stepping distance beneath the window, and I was near some black metal stairs. I think they were used in emergencies. They’d be perfect.
I pulled myself up on the window ledge and turned so I was facing my room/the wall as I carefully stepped down onto the ledge. I’d seen people do this in movies all the time, so how hard could it be? I placed both feet on the ledge and let go of the windowsill.
Swallowing back the lump of fear in my throat, I carefully shuffled around so my back was against the wall and I had my arms spread wide so I resembled a starfish. I then slowly began edging my way towards the staircase, which will lead me to the ground floor.
After climbing over the railing of the stairs, my feet were firmly on safer grounds. I wasted no time and started jogging down the steps to the bottom.
Once I made it to the bottom, I headed inside the main doors to check the board that had the map of the grounds. The hospital was a big place so I had to find the way that would lead to the direction of where I lived. However, I then saw one of my brother’s friends walking out of the Starbucks section. His head looked up and he looked me dead in the eye. Shit!
I turned and sprinted towards the doors. I was still not used to moving around from my 3 day ‘nap’ so I wasn’t as quick as what I hoped to be. I reached the doors but was stuck behind a person in a wheelchair. I shifted on my feet for a second before running towards the stairs. I’d have to lose my brother’s friend before escaping.
Just as I went to open the door to the stairs, a tattooed hand shot past my shoulder and held it shut. I turned to try and get away but slammed right into him, causing him to spill the coffee all over us.
“Damn it.” I growled and he grabbed the fabric of my shirt in his hand and started dragging me towards the lifts. “Hey!” I yelled in protest.
“Nope, you’re coming back to your room.” He said firmly.
“No! I want to leave!” I struggled, glaring at the back of his head.
A few people were starting to stare, and so I acted normal. I didn’t want any doctors to come and find out I wasn’t meant to leave my room yet.
“That’s better.” My brother’s obnoxious friend praised.
We reached the lifts and he pressed the button, and we began to wait.
“Let me go. People are staring.” I hissed.
“I don’t care. If I let you go, you’ll run.” He turned towards me and smirked.
My breath got caught in my throat for a second, and I had no idea why. I then realized I knew who this person was.
“Wait… are you…?” I thought hard, trying to remember his name.
