After breakfast, I place

the partially cleaned

tray on the lamp

stand table.

I stand to my feet,

my entire body is

still in pain yet

that doesn't

matter now.

With slow steps,

I walk to the only

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door leading

outside.

*Pull*

I try to open the

door by using the

doorknob yet it

doesn't budge.

It's locked from

the outside.

My hand gently touches

over the wooden door

surface before

knocking

on it.

"Hey! Is anyone out there?"

I call out, my voice is neither

too loud or low.

No answer.

Awfully enough I

begin to feel cold.

Seems like I'm trapped

here.

Forever.

Caged in like a pet bird.