chapter115

Mary's POV

Opening my eyes, I began praying to the the moon goodness that all of what happened was I horrible dream, and I was going to wake up in my room, asleep on my sweet soft bed.

As I opened my eyes, the light piercing my pupils, causing my vision to blur. I blink a few times, causing my eyes to focus. But the dingy walls, the barred window, and the cold floor beneath me remain the same. Please, please, please let this be a dream, I beg. But it isn't. This is real. The realization that I am still here trapped alone hit me like a punch in the gut. The room feels even smaller, the walls closing in on me. I sink to the floor, my legs too weak to hold me up any longer.

I have to get out of here. I have to escape, at least that's all I can think about.

My mind races through the possibilities, my body tensing as I force myself to stay calm. The door is my only exit, but it's locked from the outside. The window is barred, so climbing out is impossible. But maybe I can break the glass