She absorbed the jail time experience and she never did it again.As soon as she walked in the jail house she seen some one getting into a fight.And she also seen some one getting dragged around the floor as the person dragging the person walking around the cafeteria.She said to herself "I don't ever want to come to this place again, that could have been me getting dragged across the floor".She also seen a inmate eating the lunch which looked disgusting.She said to herself 'That food looks disgusting,I never want to come back to jail,this is not the place for me".
They get into the car they decide they need to go get a full city map to compare the two. And maybe find me, Hannah Baker. Alive. They go to Monett’s coffee shop where I often went, to borrow a map.
Threaded by a sickening chill, she raced to the cabin, stumbled inside, slammed and bolted the door. Realizing sobs filling the air came from her, she clamped a hand over her mouth. Trapped in a web of horrific memories, she stood frozen, pressed against the door. She needed to regain control of her pounding heart.
When she opened her eyes again she was back in her apartment, it was warmer than it had ever been. It stunk of cats, and they seemed to be hiding somewhere, Her shirt was still damp but it she didn't care. She pulled herself up on the kitchen cabinet, unsure of how she escaped, but it didn't matter. She couldn't even see outside and everything seemed wavy. However even that didn't matter when she rounded the corner and looked into the bedroom, a light shone blinding the her. She wished she had her sunglasses, however when her vision adjusted she saw him. In his stupid white outfit with his big stupid smile and shining eyes.
Her head stays down, watching her faded brown boots leave mud on each stair. She makes sure not to look up at the fates above. She does not want to face it, but knows she will soon have to. That time has come as she reaches the final gray stair.
All I had to do, grab the girl and run. As I approached the off-white door to her apartment, exactly the same as every other in the seemingly mirrored halls, I observed my surroundings. The dim lights evenly spaced on the tattered white ceiling, the pale green walls with chips of paint forming near the trims, the grayish floor was the only clean part, so much so I see the outline of my reflection under my feet. We were almost to the door when my mind began to race, I kept replaying what I thought would happen over and over again. But my expectation proved to be far from reality.
Everyone watches her, waiting until she is near the center, and they lunge at her like hungry wolves, grabbing her roughly, bruising her body. Enemies close in on her, drowning her in a sea of faceless people. She lets out a strangled cry for help, falling helplessly, pinned under their bodies. She struggles, fights against them, and finally she breaks free.
Tossing and turning she felt as if someone was grabbing onto her. Her heart pounded faster and faster. Her mind rushed to the thought of dieing. She opened her eyes relieved that it was all over. It was only a dream right? Nothing to be worried about she thought. She tried to sit up but found that her arms and legs could not move, they had been strapped down to the bed. Her heart started to race again. She knew that she wasn't asleep anymore. This was real. She tried to scream but her throat was too sore, so all that came out was a little squeal. She tried to kick and free her arms from the straps but they were too tight to get loose. There was a small thump sound near the closet which startled her. Looking over to the dark corner of her room
Seeing his dangerous canine teeth smile, Megan had her back against the wall. He pushed her with enough brutality to terrify her. In spite of being desperate, one single question remained in her mind: 'Do I really wanna escape?'.
It was the middle of the night when Erica was suddenly awakened to something being shoved over her head. She was then snatched up and taken away from her apartment room. She was too paralyzed from fear to scream or move, so she was taken away without a sound. Suddenly she felt herself being thrown into a wide open area, and after a few seconds she heard that start of an engine. At this point, Erica started to freak out. A few minutes later, after she calmed her nerves a little she started to try to untangle herself from whatever was over her. When she finally was able to remove what she realized was a huge potato sack from over her head she realized that she was in the back of a van.
As the group gets farther into the building they are overcome by a horrible, rotten musty smell like a dead animal decomposing. Suddenly, we turn the corner and the lights go out! We all gasp and reach out for each other. Brooke lets a tiny squeak but then gets quiet. The lights suddenly flicker back on and we all look around like owls in the night. Sophia looks back to see if Brooke is okay and screams “ Brooke, where are you?” The girls start freaking out and sprint down the hall faster than a cheetah. Once they make it back to the door Emily pushes on the handle but whispers,” it’s locked, now what do we do?” Overcome by the smell of dead animals and the hallway getting colder makes Sophia start pounding on the door. She sobs, “Help, someone help us! We are locked in and our friend
The walls are closing in tightly like an unbearable box emerging smaller by the minute. The deafening silence is reverberating. My squared cell is old, rusty and empty, no feeling and no emotion. The gigantic, washed out, plain walls loom over me like a furious tiger isolating its prey. The echo of my voice is compressing between the speechless, enormous, grey painted walls. My cell is a cold, barren, frightening desert at night. These endless walls are the only barriers between me and freedom. As I am staring from the corner of my cell, the pale light is flickering while moths are surrounding it finding the only hope left in the prison. The shade of the dim light gradually enters from the tiny window which reminds me of the last day which I spend with my friends.
As is customary for her situations, no one is around to answer and, even if there were others, they’d leave her still pending. She’d be never able to find them, or them of her, and the halls would tug her away before she the words could leave her mouth. It’s only slightly more lonesome than her world beyond these curtains.