An escape into nothingness.

 

It’s time. Time to leave this place, and never come back. I will leave to the city, hiding in the shadows. I shall be in front of their very eyes, but they won’t even see me.

The banging has stopped, and another plate of hot food lies on the board. I take a few bites, but resist going further. This feeling of imprisonment was my own doing. I locked myself in here, and made myself feel like a dog.

I start grabbing clothes from my shelves, and stuffing them into my large backpack. I filled that sack to the top with all my drawings, stories, inventions, and plans. Maybe, one day, if I ever returned, I would publish all those things, and might affect the world in some small or large way. I scribbled a short note to my family, and made sure that I mentioned that they may me see again. I may come back, if I decide to give this world another chance. It isn’t likely, but there is still that small glimmer of hope that lingers in the polluted air of this society.

A fire escape ladder rested on the window sill, right beside a torn out screen that had protected me against the fall.