I stood panting, trying desperately to catch my breath. It had been days and still, I couldn’t believe this was happening. This was just some very long, very realistic dream that I was going to wake up from at any moment. I had to wake up. I couldn’t live my life like this. I couldn’t turn to anyone for help. I needed to talk to someone. I needed to escape. I would escape, somehow. Yes, perhaps after I ‘proved’ myself to them. Maybe then they’d actually let me explore. Maybe then I could run away. Anywhere was better than here. Nothing and no one was going to stop me from getting out of this place as soon as possible.
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