The Craziest Of Them All

III

I have a feeling that I only have a small window of opportunity to find a way to escape this place. Where ever the fuck this place is. Scanning the room, I look for anything to aid me in my escape. Who knows, I might be lucky enough to maybe find a random knife lying around, or maybe a fully loaded gun? You never know. But with my rotten luck I'm sure I won't even be fortunate enough to find a dead fly, and even if I did find a gun, I wouldn't even know how to use it. I know I'm being highly unrealistic, so I just discard my wishful thouts an focus on the task at hand.

In the tiny dreary square room, all I see is a wooden broom and an old rusted bucket and another rickety chair, that is similar to the one I am currently roped to, in a corner. The rest of the room is bare with nothing to help me.

I close my eyes and think to myself, WWCFD? What Would Caroline Forbes Do?

I know you probably there thinking how stupid my method is, but thinking about how my fellow Vampire Diaries characters would react to the nonsense I get myself into has gotten me out of a lot of tough and sticky situations. The Salvatores along with the other characters are seem to find impossible solutions, and I have learnt to adapt their 'out the box thinking' to help me in times of trouble.

I scrunch my eyes shut and begin to think real hard. I probably look constipated right now. I chuce at the thought of being constipated, it is such a weird concept when you think about it. I mean, you are unab-

No! No! Damn, I get distracted way too easily.

Shaking my head once, I concentrate again. Thinking of Caroline, my mind drifts off to an episode where she too, like me was tied to a chair in captivity. It was when she had switched off her emotions and Elena and Stefan held her captive to stop her from doing something she would regret. Anyways, long story short she broke out of the ropes by lifting herself and the chair and crashing the chair back on the ground. The force of the action causing the chair to collapse under her weight. And boom! she was free.

And that is exactly what I'm about to do. All those Quarter Pounded Cheese Burgers that i have been eating have finally come in handy. I take in multiple deep breathes to prepare myself for what I am about to do.

I plant both feet securely on the ground before I attempt to hoist my body up with the chair still glued to my backside. The legs of the chair are lifted into the air and the awkward angle of the chair's backrest causes me to be hunched over to the front.

Taking one more deep breath, I jump up and allow gravity to take its course and pull me back down to the ground again. My heavy ass combined with the glorious force of gravity cause the chair to collapse under my weight.

The remaining air that was in my lungs instantly gets knocked out of me. I now lay sprawled out on top of the now broken chair and covered in thick ropes. I groan out in pain as my backside and chest ache from the impact.

I sadly do not have time to recover from my injuries. Deciding not to waste any more time, I collect myself off the ground and stand slightly slumped in front of the door. I send a short prayer to the heavens, begging that the door is open.

Gently turning the rusted handle, I am pleased to find that the door, by some miracle, is unlocked. Wow! That is the first time something has gone my way since i arrived in America! I gingerly fully open the door and poke my head out. My eyes are met with an equally grimy wall as the room I was just in. The door leads to a nadrow passage that leads to rickety set of stairs that are going upwards.

Before heading out my prison, I make sure to take the broom with me that is in the corner with the chair and bucket. I mean, I don't know what dangers I am going to face at the top of those stairs. For all I know I could be walking into a room full of men holding guns. I know a broom might not do much damage compared to a gun but I can definitely break a leg or two in the process of protecting myself.