Vanessa
Sitting on the floor, gasping and breathless, I survey the room in a panic.
I can’t rely on anyone anymore. Only myself.
And I don’t even want to imagine what Jericho will do to me if I don’t get out of here…
I rise in one desperate movement and run to the window. My trembling fingers frantically feel along the frame, but nothing. There’s no handle.
“No, no, no! Please, no…!”
Where the knob should be, there’s a thick steel lock. A thin draft slips through the edge, whispering the existence of unreachable freedom.
I look for something that might help. The bathroom is empty except for…
a ceramic flower ornament. I break it, leaving a long, sharp shard of ceramic from the decoration.
I grab it and begin to force one of the points into the lock.
Come on! Open, damn it!
But w
