Rush Rush Chapter 1: the escape I was as fearful as a mouse hiding from its prey, sat in the white tiled room. Trapped waiting for him to come, he was going to tourture me; hurt me. I hear heavy foot steps, i turn around and see a rusty metal desk covered with knifes and saws. I grab one. As i rush of adrenalin shot through me i counted from three 3,2,1 I start to run... As i run up the slimy ,blood stained, stairs he clutched my ankle. With the knife i had grabbed from the desk of touture tools, i violently skewered him in the knee. He fell down the steps in pain and anguish. Although i had escaped him i hadnt avoided my future. I didnt want to go back, back to the dingy, melancholy, cognitive house. I do not belong there! As I approached the wooden oak door I placed my cold white fingers on the handle and pressed against it. Struggling to open the door I fall on to the floor. I am weak, hardly able to walk anymore i attempt again. The door opens with a creek, the sun shines through the crack in the door and down the stairs.