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Nadia: A Short Story, Part 3

As she blinked away the tears, she noticed something. 

In the far corner of the ceiling, there was the tiniest blue light. Bolting upright, she blinked again, this time to make sure she wasn’t going crazy. She’d been in solitude for so long, she knew there was a good chance she was imagining this.

Pulling herself to a standing position, she took a few cautious steps, arms out in front of her even though she knew there would be nothing in her way.

The tips of her fingers made contact with the cold wall, and she flattened her palm against it. She looked up, and her breath stopped short. The light was gone.

But how? It had stayed lit long enough for her to reach the wall, but now, in it’s place was darkness just like the rest of the room.

She didn’t know what to do. In desperation, she cried, but it didn’t change anything. She screamed, but her voice was raspy from hours of calling for help. She pounded on the wall with the side of her fist, but no one came.

She looked up again where her only chance of hope once shone. She took a deep breath. There wasn’t much left inside of her, but she squared her shoulders and wiped her tears nonetheless.

The light had meant something. She needed to get out.

She needed to try again, and it wasn’t a choice this time.

If she wanted to escape, she needed to stay strong and trust that there was a way. Somehow, there was a way.

She pulled all the little pots of dead plants off of the bookcase, and maneuvered herself with her back against the far side of the piece of furniture. She pushed as hard as she could, and the bookcase moved a few inches.

It was heavy, but she was determined.

Finally, she made it to the other side of the room with the bookcase, and she shifted it to stand directly underneath the area where the light had been. Climbing up the shelves like a ladder, she pulled herself up to the top and was surprised to find that she could stand on it without a problem.

Her hands once again out in front of her, she planted her feet firmly to make sure she didn’t fall. The wall felt warmer up here, as if it was closer to sunlight.

She knew then that she was close.

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