#WritcoStoryChallenge
The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end.
The clumping sound of heavy feet echoed in the very near distance.
This abandoned mental hospital wasn't so abandoned after all.
The sounds of not one but many feet howled through the empty corridor.
Trapped at a dead end, my fate felt near.
dreaded with terror, I balled up my fist tight and punched a whole through a nearby window.
smashing the wwindow completely I managed to slice my hand and lower forearm pretty badly.
A slow warm sensation flowed down my arm, blood dripping and drenching my clothes.
Tearing a piece of my worn white shirt off, I immediately wrapped my hand to slow the bleeding.
Rusty iron bars caged the windows, from a time previously meant to keep mental health patients imprisoned in this hell hold.
I fiercely clutched the iron bars with both hands, planted my feet against the white brick walls and began pulling the rusted bars with all my might!
Surprisingly, the rusted bars snapped with a quickness, leaving a big enough gap for me to slide through...
I was two stories up from the ground so I knew the fall wouldn't hurt me as much as I expected, knowing there were bushes right below me.
I leaped from the window with haste falling...