The Plan

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I was going to get out that day. No matter the cost. What I was going to do is try and get out with the frame of the bed again but this time, I was going to use the sheets as a sort of gas mask. This way, when The Creators came in, I'll be ready. I got up off the bed and started yelling, screaming, "Come out and show yourselves! What do you have to hide?!" Then, I grabbed the railing and start hitting the wall and corner. I did this for about 5 minutes before I heard a sizzling, the gas is coming out of the vents near the floor. It was a strange color, like a blue-purple color. I grabbed the beige colored sheets and ripped a strand off. I wrapped it tightly around my nose and mouth. Then, I layed down on the bed face down so that they don't know that I was still awake. I spread my hair out to where it covered the sheet across my face completely. Then, I heard a loud pop. It sounded like pressure built up inside something until it burst. I heard the shuffling of feet and then, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It turned me over slightly. I then used the element of surprise to my advantage and flipped over. I started flailing, trying to hit the person on top of me. It was a man dressed in all black. He had a mask across his face that only showed his chocolate brown eyes. Since he was so stunned, he got knocked over onto his back. I took the chance to gather my surroundings. The wall opposite of my bed was flipped upwards, like someone had simply pulled it up. Everything past that, was just black, empty. The only thing that I could see was sort of like a wavy texture on the wall. It looked almost like a wall of black goo. Before I could look closer, the guard got back on his feet. I could see something in his hand, it looked like a pen except, instead of a point, it had a flat surface. I quickly started running towards the black goo. My nose almost touched it when I felt the man's arms around me and the pen object pressed against my arm. He then let me go. Before I could do anything, my eyelids closed and my legs went limp. All I could feel was a warm feeling all around me. Then, I was asleep.

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