A try at marker coloring. I like this version much better than the first.

I snuck out of my room... which was no bigger than a long jail cell... about 12' by 6' only, with no bars. There were solid wooden walls on three sides and no wall on the fourth... just open to the corridor that ran down the length of the building. Come to think of it, it was much like a long horse barn only, without stall doors that would keep the "horses" from leaving.

I left my room, turned right, and crept down the corridor... then turned right once I reached the outside. I ran as fast as I could because I knew there were only four chain-link fences ahead... if I could just reach them and climb over, I'd be free. There were three fences in a row with maybe six feet between each fence... then, the final fence was a bit further off and to the left.

I climbed the first one and jumped down. I was almost free.

I climbed the second one and jumped down. I was going to make it!

I climbed the third one and, as I neared the top, it felt like I had been shot in the back. Suddenly, there were at least two pairs of arms holding on to my kicking legs as I tried to keep climbing. My brain screamed. NO! Almost! Almost!! If I could just drop down to the other side, I'd have enough time to run to the next fence before they could follow me. If only if only if only!

I fought and held on to the fence, my fingers paining with the effort. I began to slip. Another set of arms caught me around the waist as I was ripped from the fence and onto the dew-covered ground. The first two pairs of arms had belonged to the assistants, while the last pair belonged to the head doctor. They held me down on the ground as the doc lowered himself next to me. He was holding something... but I don't remember what it was... possibly a clipboard.

I struggled... but the shot I had felt before had been some kind of tranquilizer and I was loosing my grip on consciousness.

The doctor spoke to me but I don't remember all his words. Something like, "What am I going to do with you?" and "I know you keep a journal..."

That last one made my heart sink in fear... and my eyes showed it.

"...but I won't read it." He knew I'd stop writing if he read it... and then I'd have no where else to turn to... and my "condition" would only worsen. I was thinking of other ways to escape the hospital when he seemed to read my mind. He informed me that he knew the other ways to escape... that they had already started repairs on the fences and buildings so that I wouldn't have another opportunity.

I was beginning to fade out here... the "tranquilizer" taking effect.

I watched as he took out a large syringe and filled it with a white liquid. I was terrified... thinking it was for me. I didn't know what it was, but I knew I didn't want it.

Scene jump.

Suddenly, we were inside a hospital-like room... only, instead of the usual white walls and hospital smell, it was a wooden building... much like the others in the area. I was still being held on the [now wooden] floor by the two guards. To one side, through the doorless opening, I could see the light from outside... to the other side, there was a woman laying in a hospital bed... another woman, a friend of the first, stood next to the bed and was speaking quietly to her.

The doctor stood and walked over to the woman, the syringe obvisouly intended for her.

Their voiced raised just enough so I could hear them. The friend mentioned something about how she would be released before I ever would... I was just too sick to ever be released.

That burned within me and I struggled against the guards.

End.