Trapped

Part 3: Escape

I gasped and stood up from where I had fallen. I had been trapped in this miserable house for far too long.
Today was the day I had to escape.
I pulled the fork from my sleeve and struck John with the jagged edge while he continued to scream that he had given me everything I had ever asked for.

John bellowed in pain as the fork dug into his neck. I ran to the front door and tugged on the handle, only to find that it was locked. My head was pounding with fear as I ran to the cabinet that held all of John's keys, rummaging through them with shaking hands.

"Oh, butterfly," I heard John call, "Why did you stab me with the fork? Why would you hurt me like that? I would never hurt you like that."

I ducked down as John entered the kitchen, trying hard not to breathe in fear that he would hear me. Every step he took got closer and closer to where I was huddled. I held my breath as he began to turn the corner, if he looked down now he would surely see me. Just as his gaze was about to fall on me, his eyes caught on something else and he began to walk into the living room.

"I've got you now, butterfly." John chuckled as he moved in closer to behind the couch.

I took the opportunity to sneak past him, into his office, searching frantically for the keys, but having no luck.

I searched around the room, looking for any place I could fit into to escape, but found nothing. I would have to break the office window and I'd have to break it quickly, in order to escape the house before John heard the noise of the glass wall shattering.

I grabbed the heavy desk chair and threw it as hard as I could at the window. As I anticipated, my first try did not work as planned and the chair bounced back onto the floor with a loud thud. I grabbed the chair again and heaved it towards the window, relishing in the sound of the glass splintering and falling to the ground.

My worn down shoes flitted through the gaping hole in the wall and ran across the pavement. I ran to the gate that led to the front yard and pushed it open, smiling, as I tasted my freedom.

My heart raced and I ran into the street, running down the hill, away from where the house stood. My eyes could make out the headlights of a car coming towards me from behind and I grinned. I would finally be free.

I turned around to meet the car and frowned as it advanced towards me. I began to run as fast as I could, but the car was gaining on me. I slowed down as the car neared me and held my breath for the impact. Only, it never came, for the car raced straight past me and into the distance. I sighed in relief and smiled up at the sky, when I suddenly felt a sharp pain form at the side of my head. I turned around drowsily to find John standing next to me with a palm sized bloody rock. My vision began to cloud and I was less able to stand straight with every second that passed.

"Now, now, butterfly, let's get you back into your cage." I heard John's voice echoing through the caverns of my mind as he lifted me up and headed back towards the house.

My vision left me little by little, until the only thing that could be recognized was the sound of the killers footsteps. Soon, even that faded away and I was left in complete and utter darkness.

My ears were the first to wake, straining to block out the to the joyful song of the winged creatures who knew of the taste of freedom. My eyes opened next, focusing on every crease and crevice embedded into the pale white ceiling, that I had begun to memorize for the past five years I had been trapped in this house. I took a shaky breath in through my nose and let the air that filled my lungs to exit past my trembling lips.

Today was the day I had to escape.