Chapter Two of My Story (Still Untitled)Chapter TwoMore Like This
I will get out of here one day whether they let me out or not. Once I realized that I wasn’t getting out any time soon, I began to devise my escape plan and I’ve been perfecting it for a couple years now. It’s coming up to the time when I’ll put it into action and leave this prison cell. I would give anything to feel the wind against my face again. To be able to live like a person and not an animal locked in a cage. I sat on the floor with my knees to my chest and a bunch of cards in front of me just as I always did. Hours passed and suddenly I felt something. A familiar feeling that felt haunting. My heart began to pound and my hands were shaking so badly that I dropped the cards I was holding. I fell onto my back and a state of panic fell over me. It’s almost like I had taken a step back and was watching myself from another viewpoint. The urge to break something, to tear something open or even just try was becoming overwhelming.