The escape

Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
In.
Out.
In.
Keep your eyes closed.
Whatever happens, whoever's coming, juste remember to breathe.
You'll be fine.

Just like that, Georgette's stress faded away. She was ready for her escape.

She has been trapped for way too long. Slowly dying out of boredom, her dreams were filled with imaginary adventures. She wanted to taste freedom one last time. This jail she was in, it was not for her, she was sure of it.

As the person slowly approached, Georgette retreated further into the wall, wishing for it to swallow her whole. If only she could become invisible, if only she had studied a little bit more the rounds of the guards, if only...

Thump.

Shit. Oh no no no what did I do?

Panick struck her as she watched the body sprawled on the ground in front of her. A huge book sat beside its head, where a lump was visibly forming.

My favourite book! It better have nothing... No time to think, act! And quickly!

Georgette winced as she bent down to retrieve the guard's electronic card. Her damn back was hurting again. She shouldn't have ditched her kinesiology classes! She would be in better shape, juste like Huguette. Mh, maybe not the best example, Huguette died three weeks ago. Jacqueline then. Yeah, Jacqueline was still strong and hot. No wonder every guy here was chasing after her, even Jean-Jacques... Whatever. Once she'll be free, she'd forget about him anyways.

Georgette went down the hall as fast as she could. She had about five minutes before someone came and saw the guard on the- "Julie! Are you okay? Julie wake up!!"

You gotta be fucking kidding me. Thirty seconds, that's all I get?? Come on!

"Marcus, a nurse was hit, I think Georgette is trying to get out again", the voice said in a walkie talkie.

Suddenly, all the lights went on. Georgette squinted her eyes, panicked, ran.
Well, tried to run.
Why weren't her legs working...
Oh.
For a second, she actually forgot she was in a wheelchair.

Suppressing a groan, Georgette slumped in her chair and, resigned, waited for a gua- nurse to push her back inside her room. A few seconds later, one came quietly behind her chair and slowly began pushing her.

"Look Georgette," she said in a bored tone,"We get it, you want to get out of here. But maybe you could stop yourself from hitting another nurse? It's the third this month."

As a response, Georgette squeezed the E-card resting in her hand.

This is not over yet.