31 May 2012
Motioning toward the open window, my long hair blowing back behind me, I direct the children out the window into the darkness.
The only escape is three stories high, yet here I was directing children to die.
"We must leave here, whilst the Master is asleep."
"Yes, we must."
All of us captured by the Master; it was to either die by his hand or die for our freedom.
Once the last child had leapt, off the ledge I cascaded into thick air.
The only escape is three stories high, yet here I am directing myself to die.
Jump • Opuss № I