Dark Alley

Chapter 7

     Finally.

     Finally I am coming out of these walls. I almost cried on the ground. I want to hurt him because of his confidence but I can't because he is my key. My key to get out of here.

     "So tell me Foster," he asks. "What do you want to do after you get out of this sick isolated place?"

     I rubbed my toes with my other toe. My hands at ny back. My face on the ground as I hear him. Anxiety shut my body out as I hear his question. I can't just kill him as soon as I go outside.

     "I want to make sure Maricriss is fine," I said. I can hear him laughing again. "I'm serious."

     "Oh don't mind me. I'm just - it's awkward! You want me to answer that for you?"

     "No I want to see her," I insisted. His face is serious again.

     "Well then, off we go," Calvin raised his hand and offered it on me. "Come on, don't drama yourself kid." I took his hand with mine, he allowed me to use his hand as a support as I stand. My legs are jelly. I am scared.

     "What does the world look like?"

     "Huh?"

     "The real world?"

     "You'll see." He takes off his hand on mine - he walks into the wall as I follow him. As we got into the ends of the place. I just wonder how we get out in those hard, pale, white walls. I breathed. I examined him on how he opens this wall I've been trying to break with my bare hands just hours ago. 

     Calvin presses both of his hands on the wall as he slides them horizontally, he opens them on a size that will be enough for us to go through. "Come on."

     I followed him, I saw what's behind the dark alley that once I just caught a glimpse every time somebody comes around. But this time. This time I'll be the one to get out. I will leave the walls - it's pretty emotional of mine but I will really miss the walls. I'll miss the soup I've been trying not to eat, and I'll miss the people who serves me and avoids talking to me. I stepped into another ground, another texture, another color. It was rough and my bare feet tickles. My anxiety strikes again, I closed my eyes to ease the pain I made. Certain images passed through my mind. My imagination kills me.

     "Calm down boy," he says.

     "I'm trying."

     I lifted my other foot outside of the wall until I realized that I am completely out of this cell. 

     I'm free.

     But on the look of Calvin's face - I see that he already made plans, his plans for me.

     "So this is partly the outside world?" I asked impatiently. Now I see dark walls, metal devices, men wearing white suits - also women. Calvin laughed at me as he shakes his head.

     "Don't excite yourself," he says. "We haven't even got out of the building."

     As we pass through the building I see people greeting us or maybe just him. I know when the greeting was for me when they say 'good morning Foster' and Calvin laughs after. "They're mocking you Foster." I clenched my jaws. I've never seen a large crowd before. It scares me. "I hope you are trying your best to adapt this place Foster, because mainly that is what I want from you - unless you want to live with naivety forever."

     Adapt.

     Adapt.

     Adapt.

     Calvin paused as we reached behind what he calls the exit door. He turns at me and gave me that sick smile again, "Now how would you like to have dinner at my house?" I look at him as he opens the door. It's so bright outside. I covered my eyes with my palms as I nod into his offer. He guides me through a portal or just an exit to where I grew up. A door into what I call the outside world.