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I push myself to my feet and reach for the toilet. Holding my breath, I knock the seat down and climb onto it.
Skull might’ve locked every other window in the room, but the small one high above the toilet remains unlocked.
I smooth my hand down the pair of black leggings that I found in the third drawer of the massive walk-in wardrobe. It was clear to me that they belong to a female not much different in size than I am. Maybe they belong to the girl that was here last night.
I put the edge of my makeshift rope in my mouth and plant my bare foot on the top of the toilet. Carefully, I stretch up and grab onto the ledge. I pause for a second, a desperate―and failed―attempt at calming my nerves. What if I fall? I shake my head. I’m not going to let a thought like that stop me from getting out of here. If I fall, I fall. At least I tried.
Holding myself up, I shove the sheets I tied together out the window until most of them are gone. With what’s remaining, I tie it around the toilet seat and around the base. I don’t need the sheets to hold my weight for long, just until I reach the next ledge or, preferably the ground. What am I going to do once I’m out? Well, I don’t know much about Skull’s compound, but there has to be a place for me to slip out somewhere. If there’s not, I’ll make one.
I grab the ledge of the windowsill again, this time with both hands. Before I climbed up here, before I even made my rope, I thought about how I could get out without falling face first to my death. I figured if I get on top of the toilet, grab onto the shower frame, stuff my legs out the window and go down backwards it should be as easy as pie. But now, as I grip onto the shower frame and have both my legs out the tight window, I realize it’s easier said than done.
Gasping, I shimmy back, until the kink in the sill digs into my hips. I kick my legs and they tap against the wall. I swing them, shake them, until I feel the blanket rope. Somehow, I twist my ankle and wrap it around the blanket, using it as a step.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. My lungs fill up, empty themselves, and then fill up again, much too quickly for me to properly catch my breath. My heart is light in my chest, like it’s filled with helium, as I hang out of the window. Holding my breath, I wiggle further out until one foot wrapped in a blanket is all that’s supporting my weight. Straining, the blanket rope stretches and creaks as the fabric is tested.
I glance down at the ground. It seems like it’s miles away. If I fall now, I’m definitely going to break something.
“Don’t look down, you idiot,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut.
The muscles in my forearms and biceps tremor; my core burns as I slowly lower myself down the blanket. The white concrete walls of Skull’s compound scratch the skin off my knees, and it fucking hurts, but I keep going. I put my whole faith in the dodgy rope I made as I pass the window of the first floor…and lose it all on the next shuffle. As I move over the red knot and onto the white, the fabric tears. Where it tears exactly, I don’t know; and it’s the last thing on my mind as my organs are forced into my throat while I fall. I squeal, a natural reaction, before slamming into the ground, back first. Air is forced from my lungs, and my head hits hard, shooting pain over my skull. It throbs relentlessly and all I can do is clench my ribs and wait for my diaphragm to stop spasming.
After a minute―that feels more like an eternity―has passed, I roll onto my side. By some miracle, nothing feels broken. Then again, adrenaline is still tearing through my veins. Once it wears off, I’m sure I’ll be singing a different tune.
Grunting, I push myself to my feet and hobble close to the house, sticking to its walls. My best chance at an escape is to go through the backyard and out into the forest. Since Jai wasn’t at the lake house, maybe he’s waiting for me at the spot I last
I push myself to my feet and reach for the toilet. Holding my breath, I knock the seat down and climb onto it.
Skull might’ve locked every other window in the room, but the small one high above the toilet remains unlocked.
I smooth my hand down the pair of black leggings that I found in the third drawer of the massive walk-in wardrobe. It was clear to me that they belong to a female not much different in size than I am. Maybe they belong to the girl that was here last night.
I put the edge of my makeshift rope in my mouth and plant my bare foot on the top of the toilet. Carefully, I stretch up and grab onto the ledge. I pause for a second, a desperate―and failed―attempt at calming my nerves. What if I fall? I shake my head. I’m not going to let a thought like that stop me from getting out of here. If I fall, I fall. At least I tried.
Holding myself up, I shove the sheets I tied together out the window until most of them are gone. With what’s remaining, I tie it around the toilet seat and around the base. I don’t need the sheets to hold my weight for long, just until I reach the next ledge or, preferably the ground. What am I going to do once I’m out? Well, I don’t know much about Skull’s compound, but there has to be a place for me to slip out somewhere. If there’s not, I’ll make one.
I grab the ledge of the windowsill again, this time with both hands. Before I climbed up here, before I even made my rope, I thought about how I could get out without falling face first to my death. I figured if I get on top of the toilet, grab onto the shower frame, stuff my legs out the window and go down backwards it should be as easy as pie. But now, as I grip onto the shower frame and have both my legs out the tight window, I realize it’s easier said than done.
Gasping, I shimmy back, until the kink in the sill digs into my hips. I kick my legs and they tap against the wall. I swing them, shake them, until I feel the blanket rope. Somehow, I twist my ankle and wrap it around the blanket, using it as a step.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. My lungs fill up, empty themselves, and then fill up again, much too quickly for me to properly catch my breath. My heart is light in my chest, like it’s filled with helium, as I hang out of the window. Holding my breath, I wiggle further out until one foot wrapped in a blanket is all that’s supporting my weight. Straining, the blanket rope stretches and creaks as the fabric is tested.
I glance down at the ground. It seems like it’s miles away. If I fall now, I’m definitely going to break something.
“Don’t look down, you idiot,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut.
The muscles in my forearms and biceps tremor; my core burns as I slowly lower myself down the blanket. The white concrete walls of Skull’s compound scratch the skin off my knees, and it fucking hurts, but I keep going. I put my whole faith in the dodgy rope I made as I pass the window of the first floor…and lose it all on the next shuffle. As I move over the red knot and onto the white, the fabric tears. Where it tears exactly, I don’t know; and it’s the last thing on my mind as my organs are forced into my throat while I fall. I squeal, a natural reaction, before slamming into the ground, back first. Air is forced from my lungs, and my head hits hard, shooting pain over my skull. It throbs relentlessly and all I can do is clench my ribs and wait for my diaphragm to stop spasming.
After a minute―that feels more like an eternity―has passed, I roll onto my side. By some miracle, nothing feels broken. Then again, adrenaline is still tearing through my veins. Once it wears off, I’m sure I’ll be singing a different tune.
Grunting, I push myself to my feet and hobble close to the house, sticking to its walls. My best chance at an escape is to go through the backyard and out into the forest. Since Jai wasn’t at the lake house, maybe he’s waiting for me at the spot I last
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