The Puppeteer's diary ~ 34 ~
It seems that I'm running too slow, the cell - electric locks, all wide open! In such a fuss, who'll pay attention to skinny boy in security guard's suit? Now - back to segregation and further, it's the only way I know. Late evening, empty security box - he is gone to fix the blown out fuses. Run, run. No sirens, only silence. They'll notice, but not now. I open my eyes. Blood flowing on my hands - I've pierced skin with my nails. I've escaped long time ago - but have I released?
