Soft Addiction

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ns in my room, casting a soft glow on the painting and furniture. I

gilded cage called home, but at the end of the day, I always found reasons to stay back. But today,

maids as they did the house chores. I looked out the

it would lead me to the woods that I didn't know how to navigate. But today I made up my

avily in my chest, but I forced myself to remain calm. I could not afford to make any mistakes. I had hidden a small bag under

nt sound of housekeepers doing the chores. The smel

e too busy preparing breakfast to notice my presence. Soon the guards will be cha

o the shadows and avoiding the main paths. My heart raced as I approached the old

arp gasps. I could hear voices nearby, but I didn't dare look up. I was at the top of

the ladder. I was a few feet away from the g

k you are doing?" It wa

scape," she shouted, runn

p breath and jumped, landing safely on the ground. I could feel a sharp pain in my wri

t the ground aggressively as I put so much

e sound of the guard's heavy feet pounding the pavement echoed behind me, growing louder as I in

see how close the guards were. They were quite close, with the sound of their footsteps filling the air. I heard their voices. I immediately threw myself behind the la

whispered, asking my mom to save me and help me escape. The footsteps grew louder. I heard them talking in whispers, their voices low and urge

e seconds until I was sure they were gone. I still stayed there for a few minutes ju

h the woods. I had to find my way out of the woods before darkness came.