Call Me Crazy

Creak.
I open the door. Look to both sides. Run down the hallway. I'm surprised they left an exit so near to my room. No one's around. It's quiet. Too quiet. But I don't give myself time to think. I see the door- the handle. I reach for it, I hesitate. No. No matter what is out there, what can be worse than in here? So I open it. Worst decision I ever made.

The alarms immediately go off. Blaring, loud, strong, could wake the dead maybe. My point is you couldn't miss it. All of a sudden they come rushing down the hallway towards me. Then I panic. I realize there is no one in front of me, no one at the door, no one outside. So I simply ran out. Yup, straight out the door. Into the street. I lock it behind me and prop one of the metal bins that holds garbage against the door to hold them off. Easy as that. I'm free. I'm free. I'm free.....

I turn around. I'm not free. I've simply escaped from one metaphorical prison to another. I hope this one is better.