It’s Okay, I can do this. Seconds ago I was in the hands of one of the most cunning deceitful masterminds in the whole world, so why can’t I slide through an underground tunnel? Because there are rats at the end . . . aren’t there Stacy, you don’t like rats. The evil voice haunts me, twisting my self-confidence into shame. No, I can do this. I tell myself. I can, I can. My heart is thumping in my chest like a wild animal that has just been caged. I can, I repeat. My eyes are held tightly shut as I take one last deep breath. There are no rats Stacy, I continue, Pretend they are spiders, you like spiders. It is true I love spiders; they are so graceful in their movements, so precise. My elbows drag me forward, inch by inch. I can feel the damp tunnel floor scraping against them. The small tube I am now completely submerged in makes me feel claustrophobic. My breathing seems to grow quicker and shallower, I feel light-headed. Calm down, I tell myself, just calm down.

A rumble echoes down the tunnel. It is faint at first, but I know what it is. They have found me. They know my secret, my fear. I have to get out of here, but it is too late. They have found me. The rumble grows louder as it approaches. Each patter of small feet haunts me, the squeaks encircle my head. The voice reawakens. I can hear it taught me, just like it used to. You are scared aren’t you? I knew you were weak, but I didn’t think you would be scared of little Oscar the rat. After all you have been through . . .

The memories flash through my head like a gunshot. I have hidden them for so long. The pain is a sharp as when they happened. The knife, the flash, the pain, it all resounds against my thoughts. Each face flashes past my eyes. The colour drains out of their face. Each last tear slips down their cheek. The blood streams down onto the floor, staining the pristine white marble.

Then in my heart, my hands, my head. Death was my fate, why couldn’t it have just happened? Why am I different? Immortality, is not fun. The blood spilled down my scalp and drenched my neck. The pain shot sharply through my head. My hands were covered in scratches and pieces of glass, I can feel the tight binding of the rope around my ankles. The friction rubs my skin raw. Then the rats came. Each small figure climbed over me, scratching my skin, my fear was shooting clearly across my face.

I can’t move, the rats bring to many memories, maybe this time I’ll die, maybe this time it will work. Suddenly light floods my vision, my body is tugged out of the tunnel. I can feel the soft grass. I am free.

For school, it had to be 500 words, and title 'My Great Escape', it is hard to write a story in 500 words!! Review it please!! Tell me what you think of it, just press that thing in the left hand corner, go on you know you want to, if you do, you'll have my undying love! (Kinda . . . and Iz, or Jade or Lainey, cos you already have it . . . well kinda . . . )