is this really it?

My leg was tied by a big chain to the center of the room.

I was tired of counting so I stopped and she didn't moved from the corner. It seems like she react to noises and go back when I count to 8. Now that I was quiet and stautued in the middle of the room I decided to use my head and think of a plan to get out of here.

I stood up as quietly as I possibly could and looked at her. She didn't seem to notice. I walked as close as the door as I possibly could but to my dismay I couldn't reach the door. So I laid down with my one leg chained and stretching myself as much as I could I almost touched the door it's like just a centimetre away from my fingers.

I stretched myself some more and made a mmf sound the girl above me moved I started counting again but it seemed like this time she would not move from above me. I continued counting and trying to reach the door and touched it!

The door…..

Cracked open. It was like half a centimetre but I was sure the door opened.

Giggle giggle

shit.

She is above me now I know that because her hair is right in front of me as I'm lying on the ground. I am too scared to look.

I started counting the numbers again

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

I sat down while counting and it dawned on me. I could see the girl's face now. She was right above me. The little bit of moonlight from the small window made her face visible now. She is that kid!

That girl from next door in Josaphat. The girl I.. I-drowned. I was the one who killed her when she didn't do anything to me.

I had this horrible feeling in my gut. It was my fault. It's all my fault. I'm the one who is ruthless. I'm the one who is greedy. It's me who is wrong all the time. Where did it go wrong? When did it go wrong?

I was an emotional wreak. But why would I not be? This girl. She is dead now. I never wanted to see her like this. I'm scared. I'm guilty. I'm angry at the fact that I'm scared for my own life even now.

Should I just die here? If I stayed down and quiet I would die in a few days without food or water.

I wonder.

Is this how I die? All alone in a small cell with no light coming from anywhere. All alone with the rotting corpse of the girl I killed. All alone in the world. Noone would know where I died. There is noone in the world who would cry for me. I became distant with my dad when my step-mom came. I bet dad won't even know that my step-mom didn't gave me any money to survive on my own. I bet my dad won't know that I'm not anywhere near Australia! I bed my dad won't know that I died...

Thinking all this I closed my eyes.