There is sweat running down my back, 

and a knot turning in my abdomen. 

I need to get out quietly and fast. 

Reaching what I hope is his front door,

I slowly turn the gold handle, ensuring no sound is made. 

The door makes a slight creak, and my stomach drops. 

Suddenly, I am overwhelmed with what is in front of me. 

My eyes take a moment to adjust to the sunlight. 

There is a beautiful rustic brown gate, 

connecting to a hedge of soft greenery. 

I have never seen something so beautiful. 

Beyond this, endless plants and crops of all colors,

and in the far distance, a farm. 

My jaw sinks to the ground. 

Could this be my way out?

Could this be what saves me?

Could this be the miracle I have been craving for years? 

I swing the door open and begin the run down the porch.

The thick air heavy on my lungs, 

sunlight beating down on my pale skin. 

I will continue running. Till there is no ground left, 

so I can get as far away from him as I can.