Short Stories By Yours Truly.

Escape

Ever since I woke up, escape was the only thing on my mind. But after being restrained and locked in this cold, dark basement for weeks, my senses have started to numb. My head was fuzzy, my mouth felt like it was full of cotton, and my limbs were heavier than a sack of bricks. My will to live was slowly ebbing away. Death was the only way out of here. Coming to terms with death wasn't as hard as I had thought. But going through with it was where it got hard. Not that I had an opening to actually try. My captor, or 'Mistress' as she forced me to call her, kept a close watch over me. She always came down to check on me every hour. Or what I assume to be every hour seeing as I didn't have any way to tell what time it was. I just sat in the chair she restrained me to, forced to do what she said. It was killing me.

My hope of escape dwindled to just a hair shy of nothing when Mistress slipped up. Whether she did it on purpose or not, I will never know. While she was talking to me and running her hands over my chest and shoulders and through my hair, her keys fell from her pocket and onto the floor. When she left, it was clear that she was unaware or wasn't coming back for them. My head cleared and my limbs regained some strength at the thought of escape. I had finally found a way to be free and I was going to take it. I rocked my chair back and forth until it tipped over completely, crashing to its side. The groan that escaped from my lips was almost too loud for my liking, but it didn't stop me from reaching the keys and unlocking the handcuffs she restrained me with. The emotion that ran through my body when I stood from that chair, free of all restraints was enough to make me cry. But now wasn't the time. I still had work to do.

I hurried to the back of the basement in search of a window or a back door, but my spirits deflated when I found none. I would have to go through the rest of the house, and that is exactly what I was going to do. The basement door that separated the underground floor from the stairs was surprisingly unlocked, which unnerved me, but I forged ahead. Escape was the only thing on my mind as I beelined for the front door, ignoring anything that could stand in my way. My fingers wrapped around the handle and swung the door wide open. A shout rang through the house and out to the woods that surrounded the house, but I ignored it and ran. I ran until I couldn't, and then ran some more. I had finally escaped. But why didn't I feel like I was free?