Escape
I was laying in bed
for about five minutes after the nurse left the room when I started hearing
voices. Not like the voices inside my head telling me I did the wrong thing or
something, but real, live voices that were coming from outside the door. They weren't
smooth, gentle voices like Ariana's, but a manly voice that was talking, to who
I assumed was a receptionist, across the hall. I got dreadfully scared and
started to panic. My mind was racing so fast I jumped off my bed and sprinted
the five steps it took to get to the bathroom. Arms flailing, I reached for the
door. As I was slamming it shut I caught a glimpse of the confused doctor
walking into my room. He didn't see me though, he was looking at the bed.
Oh! And did I
mention it was the same doctor who treated my cancer? I guess I wasn't going to
be leaving that bathroom for awhile. That was my first thought at least.
My head swiveled
around as I looked at my surroundings; a mirror, a toilet, a shower, a sink,
and they were all in shades of white. The next thing I saw brought me ore
happiness than I could ever imagine, on the wall opposite the mirror there was
a small window. Luckily, it was big enough for me to fit through. I peered out
the window and saw that I wasn't that high from the ground, but it was too high
to jump from way up here. I would definitely break something. For some reason
though, I kept getting lucky because about two floors down, there was a balcony
I could land on and then jump down to the ground from there! I would have to keep getting lucky though and
hope that no one was going to be in the room when I jumped down; and hope no
one would see me passing by.
Pressing my ear
against the door, I could hear the doctor. It sounded like he was waiting for
me to come out to talk to him, but I refused. Just seeing my name he probably
already knew who I was, but that is all I am ever going to allow him to know
about me. Next, I heard some rustling and some footsteps and that's when it
went silent. Assuming that he left wasn't exactly something I could do so
easily and the thought in my mind that he was still there was definitely back
there, but it didn’t matter because I had to leave anyways.
Shaking, my hands
managed to push open the window. Now that I look at it a little closer, it was
going to be kind of a tight fit, but no matter what I was going to make myself
squeeze through. I knew that I was on a tight time budget, so I had to go fairly
fast; not that I could control my speed falling out of a window. Anyways, I
stepped my bare feet up onto the cold toilet seat; praying that I wouldn't fall
in. The window was across from the seat, so I was lucky that it was a small
bathroom. My tiny fingers gripped the window so hard that they were white. I
threw my body across the room and my feet were now firmly against the wall. I
climbed up and looked out.
I couldn't believe I
was doing this.
That one thought
wasn't going to stop me though. I was now positioned to jump. To make my fall
shorter, I flipped myself outside and swung my legs down. Then, I let go.
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