No one really knew this about me (hell I didn’t until now) but as soon as the small structure of a building caved in and trapped me within a small space, I was truly afraid. I was stuck between the roof and some rubble around me. To other people it would have seemed like a small bed room.
It felt more like I was stuck in broom closet filled with junk. I moved around to see if there was a simple way out. Nope. You would have to remove the rubble.
F**k
I tried to move some but it felt as if the room was closing in on me. Fear started washing over me and I hurried to free the rubble. Bad idea.
The roof fell where I made an opening and the room became smaller.
Ohgodohgodohgod.
I took a couple deep breaths. I need to think. I need to free myself, but it felt as if there was a corn wrapping around my throat, making it hard to breathe. I started to sweat.
How! How can I get out!
Now it felt as if something was squeezing me too hard.
It hurts…Im scared.
“LET ME OUT!”
My gun pulls from its holster and I start shooting the roof.
Sunlight spills in.
An escape. I’m free.
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