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All I can remember is that I was scared. Scared this room would be the last thing my eyes would see before I died. I ran far far away, fled this place that couldn’t inspire me anything but fear. I ran through the door, saw that it was dark and rainy outside. The lights on the street was the only comfort I could find in this situation.
After a run that last 5 minutes but felt like 15, I stopped and took a deep breath in what seemed to be a park. I didn’t really look around me, I was too glad to be relieved.
After 20 years, I was free. Free from this house that kept me in her bowels for too long. Free from this man who would make me think he was doing the right things by keeping me as a prisoner.
I was free. Finally.