"Escaping?"
"Yes, escaping. Like leaving, not coming back, did you not pass English?" Zayn childishly asked. "I know what it means, but you can't leave. There are guards everywhere." I explained.
Turning your head away from the dark, searching for an escape, following the light at the end of the tunnel. But if the darkness are the one keeping you sane, will you still cross to the other side?