I stared lifelessly at the wall. Just a little to the left, I noticed the window, easy to open too.
First, I had to break free. I sawed right through the shitty handcuffs using the old metallic table. Once free, I rubbed my sore wrists, it felt good to be free once more, even though the feeling of knowing how to break free was bittersweet.
I approached the wall, it was too high. I looked around the room, all I saw we're some torn boards from lunatics peeling of the walls and there was that old gum under the table. Fuck it, I'll just jump, there was nothing in this boring grey room for me to use.
I jumped high enough to get a good grip on the window seal. My nails clawed the fresh paint and I used my feet to hoist myself up. I held my body weight, trying to break the lock. I used to my fist to smash through the main lock, which was a little plastic/rubber material square.
Finally, I slipped off the big steel lock and opened the door. The fresh air was pleasant and reminded me of my childhood days, when I didn't know my family did wrong for a living.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps, Calvin Klein dress shoes. He was coming. I tumbled right out the window and ran for my life, literally. I was cutting wind as my feet went faster. I zipped through the busy streets and held my breath in a back alleyway.
I was fucking free!
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