The locked windows mocked me as I paced the room. I could feel the heat of the afternoon sun pressing through the glass, but it did nothing to ease the tightness in my chest. I needed out—out of this suffocating room, out of this prison.
I went to the door and tried the handle. Locked. Of course.
I gave it a hard tug anyway, the frustration bubbling over. I took a step back, my mind swirling with every possible way to escape. There had to be a way.
The sound of a key turning in the lock made me freeze. The door swung open slowly, and I found myself face to face with two security guards, both towering over me.
"Is there something you need?" one of them asked, his tone completely neutral.
I folded my arms. "Let me out."
The other guard gave a small shrug. "You can leave the room if you
