I Can't Escape Novels & Stories

Inѕtеаd, I еnd uр ѕіttіng оn thе flооr bу thе bеd lооkіng uр at the tіnу wіndоw trying dеѕреrаtеlу tо ѕԛuаѕh thе fеаr down. There’s nоthіng tо dо but bе rаtіоnаl. At lеаѕt I know I can gеt оut. Evеn іf I can’t actually escape. I dоn’t want them tо know I’vе freed mуѕеlf from thе bеdfrаmе, so I рrеtеnd I’m ѕtіll bоund.

But things always end up like this when it's too busy. The night shift cashier will call in sick, the other girls will refuse to stay. Leaving no option than to have me stay and cover. I was a college drop out, who worked at a local diner. I struggled to pay all my bills. No matter how hard I tried, things just always ended bad for me. I had the worst luck ever. I wasn't always like this. I had a nice home, happy family, before dad started drinking because mom decided this life was just not good enough for her. I had a gorgeous boyfriend who I loved.

Kendrick squeezed her tighter. He warned in displeasure, "Don't tell me you want to set Francis free?" Samantha logically analyzed the situation. "That's right. You're their target. Getting away is simply impossible for you. "On the other hand, I lack physical fitness, so it's not realistic to escape. Only Francis has a chance to flee successfully." Kendrick condescendingly looked at Francis. He coldly scoffed, "Why should I? You didn't leave on time because you were caught up with him.

A desperate need for escape propelled me forward. With every step towards the door, I fortified my resolve. Opening it cautiously, I tiptoed through the silent corridor. The apartment, once a refuge, had become a trap, and the city outside beckoned with the promise of liberation. In the hallway, I mumbled to myself, "Escape... I need to escape." The apartment had become a trap, and the city lights outside beckoned with the promise of release. Opening the door cautiously, I slipped into the corridor, tiptoeing towards freedom.

I wailed inwardly. Help me escape from here, Shiv Ji! I wanted nothing more at that moment than to completely disappear. I will escape from here from this very ominous place and—away, far away from here and from him. I will. I determined staunchly. I will not give up that easily. Never. I will go. Yes, I will indeed. Yes, I will. I will. “You cannot force anyone into doing anything. You cannot stop me every time.” “Is that so?” I kept being silent.

His eyes are bloodshot, rimmed in fatigue and something deeper—something raw. “I messed up,” he says, voice hoarse. I blink, my feet rooted to the floor. “Yeah. You did.” He laughs softly. It’s bitter, hollow. “I thought I could do it,” he murmurs, shaking his head. “Thought if I ended it—if I ripped the cord fast—I could just get over it.” He looks up at me again, desperate this time. “But I can’t, Jude. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I can’t even walk down the hallway without hearing your name or—” His voice catches. “—seeing your face everywhere.”

How long can I fight before I give in? Before I stop wanting to leave. Before I start wanting to stay. I sit on the floor. My back against the bed. Head in my hands. And let the spiral take me. Because there’s no escaping it. Not him. Not this room. Not myself. I’m his. I always was. And the worst part? I think I always will be. That contract I thought I escaped from still binds me to him, and he was right. Even if I hate him for it.

I can’t look away because she’s right there, but looking at her is exactly what’s making the walls feel like they’re closing in. But at least I figured something out: if the door won’t open, I’d build a key. 🦋 🦋 CATALINA 🦋 I barely slept a wink, after all that happened yesterday, all I can think about is different ways to escape this city and academy, but no matter what junction I think to, I end up tying myself in a knot. There’s no way out. None I can think of. Should I just… shit! I can’t think of anything.

And that too inside a house. Hmm. I think am starting to hallucinate. 'My Lady please don't be sad. Please try to remain positive my lady.' Who's talking, someone's trying to comfort me, am not even allowed to be sad, am about to be killed but am not allowed to feel hurt, am not allowed to be free, that's why I came here, to escape from everything, but am still trapped. But, where am I trying to escape from? Just what am I trying to escape from? Why am I always running, it feels like an endless cycle. I want to be alone from the rest of the world.

I couldn't escape it, no matter how hard I tried. The memory of her blood staining my hands, the sound of her last breath echoing in my ears, haunted me day and night. I wanted to scream, to lash out at the unfairness of it all, but the words caught in my throat, suffocating me with their weight. I want to escape it all, run away from the pain and guilt that’s drowning me and suffocating me. I couldn’t escape the nagging voice in the back of my mind, whispering accusations of murder, blaming me for taking a life.