My head hurt and I was exhausted, physically and mentally. Even blinking took a surprising amount of energy that I didn't have. After making it over halfway down my makeshift rope, the sheets came undone and I basically did a 25 foot swan dive...."very ungracefully might I add". I continued to lay there trying to regain focus, no doubt with a stupid expression on my face. Literally every piece of paper I had in my sketch book, now littered the school grounds. Ten years spent keeping that book safe and I completely destroyed it within the last 5 hours. This hadnt been an easy task. I practically climbed my way out of Hell, only the direction was down. All I have to do is avoid doing anything idiotic. A lot harder then it sounds, I have little experience with the public, no room for mistakes. If I'm not careful, ill be caught and severely punished. Having to endure another six years here might just send me over the edge, an edge im barley clinging to, considering at times I feel that there is no point in trying to hold on. It takes a lot of energy trying to stay out of everyone's way when all they want to do is walk all over you. I give a new meaning to negative attention, in other words, "im screwed". The odds are fully pitted against me and my rushed decision to leave...which I don't regret. I lived a pitiful existence anyway so what do I have to lose. Destiny decided to wipe its ass with my life and my death. I'm just hoping that my leaving will change things for the better.

  Eventually I gained enough will power to try and stand. It honestly took a lot, having to push back all the doubt. If I ever want to make it out of here then I will have to move my " over analyzing session" to another time. My whole body ached and the world around me shook violently. Upon trying to take a step, my bones felt as if they had all shifted out of place before readjusting. I grimaced as I felt every joint twist to an unnatural position before resetting. I damn near almost broke my back, but this isn't the first time I've been close to completely breaking.

  I felt as if I was going to have a brain aneurysm. Lovely wakeup call, the nights off to a great start, of course this was "before" I had to go stumbling around the yard, chasing the last of my sketches and finding my comic that landed only a few feet away. "I looked ridiculous". Now I just feel like death warmed over. My pulsating head wasn't the only problem. The walk will be exhausting, with no protection and very little light, but for the first time in years I actually felt happy. After making it off the schools property, things got a little more "tricky". It was dark but I could see to a certain extent, being able to make out a few feet in front of me. The darkness and poor vision had me stumbling over every rock, stick and even leaf. My balance wasn't with me, I was teetering with every step, my legs giving out now and again due to my knee and hip injury from the recent beatings. "I dont know which direction Jamanakai Village is in and im low on options not to mention time". The more ground I cover, the safer ill be.  Can't risk being seen. Getting there is going to be a bit of a pain, all things considered.

  My steps became more sloppy. Furrowing my brows as I nearly face planted after tripping over an uneven part of the road. I felt as if I had been walking for hours. Running on fumes at this point. I didn't really have the time to rest but my body desperately needed a break. After finding a suitable and relatively hiden area, I sat down. I tried for the life of me to relax but even that's a challenge itself. This entire walk I haven't see one sign, no lights, just a road that seemingly leads to nowhere.  I was mentally slapping myself for not being more observant. Had I made the wrong decision when I came to that fork in the road? By know I was completely painiced and honesty couldn't think a coherent thought. I could try and focus on something else but what else is there to focus on. All there is, is road. The same road that I may have made a mistake in taking. The fear I've tried so hard to push to the back of my mind just keeps resurfacing.

  The sky had lightened up and I was walking again. After sitting for probably around 30 minutes and going over the three main outcomes to my "spur of the moment" decision. It had come down to me making a choice. I had three options, "one"...go back now before my absents is noticed and continue to live with my head down, "two"... sit here and continue to contemplate whether or not to go back and in the end deciding that this trip is to risky, getting back and receiving a brutal beating or "three"...continue on and potentially becoming free from Darkey's. Picking myself up, I put on a brave face even though I did not feel it and I continued on my way. Full of nervous energy, hope and doubt, which is a oxymoron statement and a confusing feeling. To be high off of hope and optimism and yet be drowning in doubt. I didn't feel like crying on my knees just yet but the day was still young. Speaking of my knee, it was hurting badly, not that my other injuries were peachy either. I could barely see out of my left eye, my whole face felt like it had been stomped on by a small army. The rest of my body ached and my hip made a strange popping sound every few steps. Fatigue becoming suffocating but I continued to walk as if I was on autopilot. My eyes suddenly fell upon the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and for a second I feared it to be my imagination. My eyes grew wide, heart leaping out of my cheast, soul filling with promise.  There in the distance was the village of Jamanakai.