The cell

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The cell was so dark I couldn't see my hands in front of my face. I couldn't even tell if there was a door. I started walking around the cell running my hands on the walls for guidance.

The cell was colossal from what I could tell. It was about more than 5  feet high and the width was to hard to guess. As I ran my hands across the walls I felt a crack. The crack was in the corner of the cell.

I couldn't possibly fit through it. However, it a width of several inches almost small for me to fit. I looked outside the crack. It was midnight meaning I didn't have enough time to waste.

Then in the far corner of the room I saw a window. I'm so stupid how did I not see that before. The window didn't provide any light but was very useful. I could see I was on ground floor. I saw a forest in front of the window. I was now even more motivated and determined to escape. I could get out of here before sunlight.

But, the window was to high for me. I looked for anything that could help me reach the window. I decided to look around but my chances were slim. I put my hands on my dress. I began ripping it shorter.

I tied two ribbons on each hand tightly. I was going to have to climb the wall. I began clawing my way up the wall. Realistically I didn't get very far. I went back to the crack and stuck my hand through. I tried reaching out for something to break the window with.

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 26, 2016 ⏰

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