... the walls of the room have just ceased, and yet while I feel an uncontrollable amount of relief I am disturbed on why these people watching me did not squish the life out of me. I question to myself, "why did they stop the walls, did they think of a different way to lead me to my doom as they watch?" I have no time to continue contimplating on these things before I hear the sound of rushing water. The sound is coming from the pit below me. By the time I realize this the pit is half way filled with water and quickly rising. In a frantic attempt I try and climb the walls of my cell that are on each side of me. Since the walls are now so close to me i can climb my way up the slick walls. Placing one hand and foot on each wall, I climb my way up to the ceiling. The clash of my head against the ceiling is my signal that I have reached the end of my climb. The water must be well above the pit by now. With one slip I could fall to my doom and drown within the water, just like the men watching me want. With my head already bleeding from the collision with the ceiling, I am confused and running out of ideas on my next step towards escaping from this wretched place.
With my head, elbows and any other body part that can reach the ceiling, I hit them against the ceiling in hopes that it will become loose. I can feel the water tickling my feet as it rises. Just then I can feel a weak spot within the ceiling just above my head. With my remaining adrenaline I use all my strength to burst my way through the ceiling. I scramble my way upon the roof of the building. It has been so long since I have seen light that it blinds my eyes, but in my desperation to be free I crawl out of my hole. The water is still rising out of the hole I have created. Knowing that in just mere moments I could have been dead frightens me, but knowing that the men that were watching me will soon be on the roof as well to come and kill me once and for all forces me to continue my escape.
On the side of the builing I find a rail at which I could possibly side down to the ground. As I mount the rail and start my decent, the rail begins to drag against my skin. It feels as if my skin is being ripped off and rubbed dry, but I am too focused to give up now. The skin all over my body burning and red as I reach the soft ground. The feeling of the dirt and grass is more than I could have ever hoped for just an hour ago. I can hear the men yelling and their weapons clashing as they come out of the building after me. I make a mad dash into the near by forest. My childhood spent outside comes in handy and I make my way through the brush. My energy is depleting quickly so I decide that my best chance would be to climb a tree and hope for the best. The first tree I lay eyes on is a massive oak with an abundance of leaves to conceal me. Stepping on each branch, I make my way up the tree like a rabid animal. I conceal myself just in time for the men have made it to the base of my tree. I hold my breath, close my eyes and when I open them I realize that I have finally done it. I have done the impossible all on my own. Through the torture and doubt I have escaped the clenches of these people and made it out alive.
