There was someone beating on the wall. At first I thought it was someone knocking, but then reality set in. I realized there wouldn’t be anyone knocking on my prison door to be let in. I was stuck. My only way out was to write…And I hadn’t yet figured out what I was supposed to be writing…But the beating…The pounding. Where was that coming from?
I followed the noise to one side of the room. Then I heard a voice coming through the vent.
“Hello? Is someone there? Help me! Please!” It was a woman’s voice. A familiar woman’s voice.
“I’m here!” I yelled back through the vent.
She sobbed loudly. “I-I just woke up here. I was at this party last night. I don’t remember much. Everything is so fuzzy…” I listened as she echoed my story. “Are you still there?”
“I’m here.”
“We have to get out of here. I mean, I can’t stay here. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t!” I heard something move, but it didn’t sound like her beating on the wall. It sounded more like something being thrown against the wall.
“Please! Nooooooo!”
