I woke up the next day in front of my apartment's main door, right beside the 32 marks I had made myself. I took the opportunity to leave mark number 33... The last one of all...
Today will be the last day I'm alive...
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I looked for the bloodstained rope and a chair.
—It's gone...
Only a stain of decay remained on the floor, solely in the spot where the rope had been...
There was no way out of the apartment. I tried for several days, I remember it perfectly. Since Day 03 I had been trying, then Day 04, Day 09, Day 27, even up to Day 30. I kept testing one way after another to escape, destroying the locks, breaking down the door...
Nothing worked.
—Not even death can serve as an exit for me?
Drowning in despair, my mind spun over and over, searching for some way to die. Amidst all those thoughts, I remembered.
There is one exit I never tried before, because it had never existed. Until yesterday. The hole that was in my bathroom.
I quickly headed straight for the door to that cursed place. But I wasn't sure. I don't even know whether what I saw yesterday was a hallucination or if it was real. I can't even distinguish reality from hallucinations anymore... or nightmares?
Honestly, I just want a way to escape.
But even with my hands doubting the action I was about to take, I removed every lock I had placed there, gathered the courage to open that door and enter. I expected to encounter the monstrous fetus again; however, an overwhelming silence greeted me, along with grotesque sights.
The bathroom was worn down. Rust had completely invaded the place; even the smell had been replaced by a strong, penetrating stench. The perfectly macabre hole was now deteriorated, barely large enough for a person to enter.
The hole was no longer perfect, but it was still the only possible way out.
—I just want to see sunlight again.
Without hesitation, I ventured into the deepest darkness of that tunnel that seemed to have no end. It was uncomfortable to move through it; the rocks made progress difficult. But I was willing to endure it all just to get out. I spent several minutes inside that tunnel.
10? 20? 30? I lost track of time. As grim as it was not being able to see the end of my path, it was better than remaining a prisoner inside the apartment. Moving through total darkness was worth it.
!
A warm sensation completely enveloped one of my hands.
I've felt that sensation before...
—Blood?
!!!
—What was that?
I heard a cracking sound coming from all directions. Something was very wrong...
Small rocks began to fracture. As more cracks echoed everywhere, the sound of falling stones started to fill the entire tunnel. Meanwhile, my head was spinning, and breathing became heavier and harder to maintain...
For some reason, I could no longer breathe... and soon, I would never be able to again.
It seemed the tunnel had begun to crack and collapse little by little.
—I don't want to die...
The tunnel gave way, bringing a tragic end to my life...
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