T R I C I A
I was up in the early hours of the morning, at the exact time the guards were supposed to go to bed. I was dressed, ready, and waiting. Waiting for the perfect moment.
I was standing outside, in the darkness, the silence all around me. The night air was cold, the darkness surrounding me like a blanket.
I was tense, on edge, ready for anything.
I could hear the guards talking, the sound of their footsteps getting louder and louder. I could hear their laughter, the sound of their voices, the sound of their breathing.
I was scared, terrified, but I knew I had to do this. I had to get out. I had to escape. I had to.
The guards came closer, their footsteps louder and louder. I was scared, nervous, but I was determined. I was ready to do anything to get away. I was ready to fig
