The Unmates

And It's Sarah

I walked toward my window and moved the long, heavy grey curtains aside. It was nighttime already so there was not much to see besides darkness. What's more, my eyes began to be surrounded by their own inner darkness as my body began to suffer small spasms. I needed to sit down, I didn't know if it was the lack of food, dehydration or even my head, but I felt dizzy. I turned around toward the bedroom and barely managed to locate a chair next to me before my view went away completely.

I managed to sit down in time and my view returned back slowly. It was then that I noticed the tray of food on the small desk in the corner of the bedroom, where that woman had been.

Unsteady and making sure my dizziness was under control, I stood up and moved toward the food. I sat at the desk's chair and hurriedly ate all the vegetables on the plate. The water was gone even faster.

I was still hungry and thirsty by the time I stood again, but knew it was for the best. After how little I had been eating and drinking lately, going overboard then was only going to make me throw it all out.

Since Trevor had fed me dinner back at the cell, I knew it was late, however, this house seemed abnormally active. Maybe it's a weekend? It would be impossible to pass unnoticed in this state through all that movement but perhaps they could be used as my cover.

I walked toward the window for the second time, only this time feeling slightly stronger. It was locked. I looked through the room for something that could help me open it. I was not above breaking the glass, but I wanted to prevent any noise if possible. The room was completely empty and childproofed, it appeared to be almost impossible to find even a nail in there. However, I ended finding a hairpin on the floor next to the nightstand. Someone had probably dropped it after taking it off at night, thankfully.

I opened the window within seconds and looked around. No one seemed to be there, but nothing but worked-on stone covered the outside wall. It was an unmanageable climb that I found myself hoping I could overcome, for I had no option.

I began climbing down. My fingers began burning the moment I put weight on them and my legs followed a second later. I pushed past the known burn and kept going. Soon after, my eyes became blinded by my salty sweat and my hands became slippery. I forced my nails to work for them making the overall pain even worse. I looked up to see that I was barely a meter down and my body was already giving up. I was on a fourth floor.

Tears threatened to escape as the situation overwhelmed me. I knew it was the worst possible moment for it, yet I couldn't fight it. I was weak and I was desperate.

My chin began to tremble and I got myself as close to the wall as possible to avoid any of my small trembles to be the one to throw me down. I moved my head to the side trying to clear my tears with my arm only to find that I couldn't reach it. My crying got worst; sobs made an appearance and I pressed my forehead against the stone wall.

I tried to get a hold of my breathing, but found it impossible. I thought that if I couldn't control that nor the desperation inside of me that the least I could do was control my limbs. Barely by then, but surely.

I kept climbing down with tears as my company, hoping no one had their window open and could hear me. The tears only stopped falling when my feet touched the grass. I hadn't know how close I was since I'd refused to look down, knowing it was only going to make me give up —or jump. I let both my feet off the wall and on the ground. I was sure that if anyone would've seen me then, they would have laughed on my face. With my back against the wall, shaky limbs and tears all over my face and a drenched body I looked downright pathetic.

My body fell against the grass. Loud sobs escaped my lips and I tried to muffle them with my hand. I rested my head against my knees and allowed my other arm to hug my legs.