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Just a mistake, not intentional, I told myself as I yelled, in a voice that would pass for calm to anyone not in my head, “Hello! You locked me inside. You need to open the door.”
I paused to listen. No response. No sounds at all that I could hear, except the hammering that filled my chest and ears.
“Hey!” I screamed, pressing a gloved hand to the dirty door so I could pretend it wasn’t shaking. “What’s going on out there? Come on, somebody let me out!”
Pain shot through my wrists as I pounded on the door. “Hello!”
Don’t be stupid, Syd. You need your hands. I took a step back, got into a side stance that would have made Vince and Glenn proud, and kicked the center of the door at brace height, about waist high for me.
I must have imagined a faint splintering sound because there was
