It started out as a normal day. The nurses comments about how I was never good enough in my families eyes or a perfect student was the exact opposite of me were still haunting me. No change there, but that day just felt different to me. I tried to explain it out loud to myself but I just couldn't put my finger on it. Today I felt hope for the first time in a very long time. The last time I felt like this was when I as first brought to this wretched place. I felt like there was a chance that I would get out of this place.
I felt comfort even though my surroundings were anything but calming. I thought that maybe this was the day that it all ended. I hoped that this day would be the day that I would finally be at rest. Hoping I would no longer have to think about things. Completely still. Completely quiet. Completely dead.
But boy was I wrong. It was the day I got out.
I was eating the slop they called food when I realized that the door was left open. I carefully pushed it open wincing when it creaked. I was very thankful to see nobody in the hallway. This was the first time I had ever been out of the cell while being here. I had no idea where I was going or what to expect so I just slowly walked around keeping close to the walls being careful to not run into any of the nurses.
From what I could tell this place was abandoned. There was no reason for the nurses to be here. No patients. No screams. Not even rats or spiders. Just completely empty. The walls were blindingly white and spotless. There is supposed to be a rational explanation for everything but why would I be kept in an abandoned asylum that looks brand new. Where did the nurses go? Why didn't they figure out I wasn't in my cell? There was nothing rational about this place.
I saw a window at last. I almost cried with joy. The moon was out and for the first time in years I saw the night sky. I scanned the room looking for my escape route but it seemed like all of the walls were made out of glass. The room was surrounded by trees and darkness. All of a sudden I felt like fleeing and going back to what was familiar. I almost gave up my one in a million chance of escaping just so I could stay in my comfort zone. I almost gave up on my chance to have a life again. I almost gave up on my last chance to be normal but I didn't.
This place had found a way to push me out of my comfort zone in every way possible in order to weaken me but instead I become stronger. I pushed passed the feeling of flight or die and kept on pushing. In my old life I was the type of person to never do anything outrageous. I would stay in the little box I had built myself and never leave. But now was not the time to do that. I had to escape this place and never look back. No matter how tempting it was to stay. That was no way for anybody to live. I had to get out.
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Escape
Mystery / ThrillerAfter enduring loads of torture the patient finds a way out, but will it be a success?