Cold. The walls are cold to the touch. Snow drops down in handfuls upon the cement outside my fogged up window as I watch the boy in the green jumper stare up into my window back at me. His face. I don't know his face nor his name because he's a bandito. Shivers are sent down my spine as he turns away and walks back to the steel door that leads the 'The Underworld'.
I step away from the window as a lonely vulture takes perch upon the opposite building as I turn to my drawers. I open the top steel drawer to reveal a pile of yellow flowers and toss a new one on top. Every morning when I walk to my window a new flower is placed carefully on the sill, I assume this is the outsiders doing.
I can see my breath in the air so I pull on my military green jacket to conceal my body. Still cold. My eyes are heavy, sleeping at night is a struggle. The air is too cold and crisp, the sounds of failed escapes fill the air, the sobs of of those lost in their heads. I sob. I sob a lot as I dig my nail less fingers into my pail flesh that I want to rip away, I want to fall away.
I want to escape.
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My Escape
FanfictionTyler is trapped in Dema. Since his first night he's planned his escape. he has an unspoken bond with a boy who gathers outside of his window every day. Will he make it out?
