Maybe I’ll get lucky.
But knowing me?
Probably not.
The burn in my leg flares hot and vicious,ripping a cry out of me as I round the corner toward the elevators.
My feet are no better. The tiny glass shards from before are still embedded in the bottom of both of them.
Come on. You’re almost there.
I keep pushing, forcing one step in front of the other, dragging my leg like dead weight behind me.
The door is right there. It’s so fucking close.
Maybe this time it’ll open.
Will this finally be over?
Hope hits me hard enough that it almost knocks me off balance.
The hallway starts to warp, bending in on itself. My vision tunnels, edges going dark and fuzzy, and a violent wave of nausea crashes through me. I swallow it down, but it doesn’t help.
Nothing helps.
I realize I won’t be able to escape anyway.
My keycard. I don’t have my fucking keycard.
I stagger forward into the door. Maybe I can force it. I didn’t try that hard last time to get out of the building. I pretty much just gave up,choosing to stay the night here until someone showed up.
I constantly throw myself into the door with as much force as I can until my body decides to give out on me.
It doesn’t even budge. Not once.
My hands brace against the metal as my weight collapses into it. My head drops forward, forehead almost touching the surface as I fight to stay upright.
“I can’t..” My voice barely scrapes through the dryness in my throat. “I can’t see…”
The floor feels like it’s shifting under me as if an earthquake is happening. I dry heave as my head bobs from side to side, unable to hold it still.
What the fuck did he put in that syringe?
“Someone.. help me. Please.”
My legs start to give out on me, slow but inevitable, like they’re just done fighting. And the pain.. it finally seems to catch up, crashing into me all at once.
I press all my weight into the door, trying to force myself upright, trying to stand; but my legs tremble beneath me even more.
They’re giving out.
I can feel it.
I’m losing myself. I’m going to pass out.
And then the door suddenly gives.
It opens without warning, and my balance is gone with it. I lurch forward, my body following through before I can stop it with no time to catch myself.