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Drip, drip, drip. The bucket collects the rain from the leak in the roof. The floor underneath is spattered with drops of precipitation. I huddle closer in the corner.
Step after step, legs shaking, muscles cramping. I pause, wiping the sweat from my brow and stretching my arms above my head. Stairs loom in front of me, more than half way left.
I feel like I'm drowning. Clawing, clashing, thrashing through the thick liquid that surrounds me. My chest is tight, my heart is heavy. I'm being sucked into the abyss that is my own failure. I'm sinking, sinking, sunk. No way out. No escape.