𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 [𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒚 𝑿 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓] DISCONTINUED

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The plan is simple. We get out of here, and never will be seen again.

  ▪︎ The doctors and nurses already have a suspicion of the 'lost murderer' nightmare child on me. Their beady eyes stared deeply into my soul as if confirming that it is 'I' who mercilessly committed murder on my friend, Martin Samson.

   I grimaced at the thought, who wouldn't? Pointing their fingers on the victim when the true killer who has done the perfect murder is just under their noses.

  "According to my report, the nurse at the reception will have a 15-minute- break at exactly eleven pm," Corbyn reported. I nodded.

  "I'll get the car ready, Jonah and you will cover Y/n on escaping," Zach stated, Jonah and Daniel Nodded as Zach pointed towards them both.

   "So once the nurse will gain her 15-minute break, will slip ourselves through."

   "What about the other doctors?" I asked.

   "Don't worry, we have something for ya," Daniel smirked, he pulled out a suitcase. He gently opened it, revealing a male wig, some dark tinted glasses, and a leather jacket with matching pants.

   "Whoa, whoa, whoa, are you saying-"

   "Yes, you'll wear this while we get the heck out of here." He answered.

   "Then what's the point of escaping at 11 when we can do it right now, no one will know that I escaped if I'm wearing a disguise," I said, as I extend my arms in confusion.

   "So nobody will have a record on who got out. And who was it." Corbyn clapped his hands. I nodded understandingly.

   "Alright then. It's settled. Now, all we have to do is wait." Daniel said, stretching his arms over his head and sighed.

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   The wait for the perfect escape triggered my thin patience. The walls that I have been staring for hours has already sickened me. I yawned and briefly closed my eyes, hoping that something good will come up.  I look beside me to see Daniel on his phone, he was texting to someone and my curiosity must've taken over on me again as I leaned in closer- but steady.

   The conversation between him and the person is something that I couldn't understand. They talk in some gibberish language, or am I that stupid to not catch up about the simple words?

   I look at Daniel's phone again and saw the time '9:30' I internally scream. I am worried for me, call me selfish- go for it but in order to survive trauma I must look after myself and fight for myself, I don't care about the rest of us. They have their own lives to save and I got mine.

   I bit the inside of my cheek, I gotta pee. I thought. I jumped off the bed and walk towards the bathroom door.

    "Where are you going?" Daniel asked the dumbest question. I stopped mid tracks.

    "To the kitchen," I answered sarcastically and went on my way. 

   As I entered the bathroom the first one I saw is myself reflected on the mirror, I rolled my eyes as I got myself a mini-heart attack.

   After I peed, I washed my hands. I once again saw my reflection, I look at my hair, to my dry skin. My lips already looked like the Sahara desert. I blinked.

    I smiled fakely in the bathroom mirror. I felt my dry lips stretched as I smiled, and it did hurt. Slowly, a gash of red is dripping down my lip. The blood fell down and slides with the running water and disappear in the sink. I licked my lips and splash cold water onto my face.