Step 3I suddenly felt the need to get out of the bus. NOW. I stand up and walk towards the front of the bus. I rush down the steps and walk on concrete. Concrete. I turn my head to look at the bus, which is no longer there. Instead, there was a concrete wall. I did a 360° spin, examining the room, which I then discovered was a prison cell. Awesome. I move towards the bars, gripping them, trying to see if there is anything behind them. More cells, and even a staircase leading upstairs. Which probably contains more cells. Fortunately, there was no one in the cells. But that could be a bad thing. Being alone, stuck in a prison cell for no reason would suck. I then got it into my head that I wanted to escape. I go back into the room and rummage through it. There had to be something. RIGHT? After a few minutes of searching, I came back empty-handed. There was nothing in this room to help me escape. Suddenly I find myself in front of the bars, shouting something. I step back. I didn't even remember walking to the bars, or even thinking about screaming. Then I scream, “LET ME GET OUT OF HERE!” » I didn't mean to say that. Or say anything for that matter. I start to shake the bars, hoping that maybe, just maybe, one of them would come loose. Then I was on the bed, sitting up. Once again, I didn't even remember going to sit on the bed at all. Stunned, I get up and head towards the bars again. Usually there was an exit, or at least somewhere to go. But now there was no door, no path. Just me and a cell. Now I can only hope and pray that something happens. Maybe I can escape. Maybe there's just something I'm missing, and it's right in front of my face. Anyway, he really doesn't want to show himself to me. I kick the bars,...... middle of paper...... o blink or sleep anytime soon. Press. Another moment passes. It could have taken three seconds or three years. I didn't know anymore, which scared me.Tap.Fear and depression invaded me. The thought of being here forever just makes me want to stand up and cry for the next century. If you haven't already. Press. Unexpectedly, I feel myself sobbing. The scene begins to fail and sadness overcomes me.Tap.No escape, this place.Tap.I don't want to move anymore, I just want to sit here.Tap.But I want the crying to be 'stop. I hate to cry, but I can't help it. Type. I can't escape, so why continue? I should just sit here... Tap. I want to continue, but I can't bring myself to do it. Tap. After another timeless eternity, I feel the train stop moving. Yet the familiar but unidentifiable tapping continues.Tap.Tap.Tap.