Escape Oclimpisa

3. A scratch and a scrape

Whilst in the cell, I could hear many horrendous shouts and screams all day long that would make my blood curdle, somehow I just couldn't get used to it. My only coping method was to press my hands onto my ears and sing the songs that me and my old best friend Millie used to make up; they were terrible but it worked a bit. The guards ( or whoever passed by ) probably thought I was insane sat in a corner singing the same songs over and over, but that was the least of my concerns as the screams got closer and closer to my room by the day. My only time of peace was after the bell went, then the torture ceased and everything went silent, until one day. . .

At first, I thought that it came from outside like it was hailing or a bird so I thought nothing of it. Then it continued. My next thought was that I was going mad, 8 years of being alone had finally took its tole on me and it was bound to get worse. All night it continued, the one thing that I looked forward to every had gone: peace. I lay awake, tapping my foot on the sooty wall as a distraction, but I could still hear it. Somehow, the more I tried to blank it out, the louder it became until i'd had enough and just burst. 'SHUT UP!!!' It stopped. Strange, I thought, the last time I checked my brain didn't have ears so surely it can't be in my head.

'Start!' I yelled and by some miracle it started again. It had to be coming from somewhere. Attentively, I leaned my ear against the wall and walked around the sides of the room searching for the source of the sound, until I stopped. 'Scratch, scrape, scratch, scratch, tap', I had found it. The noise wasn't coming from inside my head after all, it was coming from someone next door. For the first time in so long I was finally not alone. However, I was still in the dark in many areas: Who were they? Why didn't they just talk?and most of all, what are they trying to tell me?