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maybe he just tapped the wall by accident; I couldn't be sure. The sound of something sliding along the floor met my ears soon after. I felt his hand take mine again as he led me forward again with him. Soon my feet left the smooth hardwood floors and touched cold concrete that sent shivers up my spine. We were going downstairs; the slight clunk of his boots in front of me calmed my nerves. I was afraid to fall, I was afraid of this house, and I was afraid of everything in it, but with Garrett it was bearable.
    "Keep your head low," I heard Garrett whisper in my ear.
    I did as I was told, but the gravity was ready to push me forward and let me roll down the stairs again. I frantically felt for a railing, but this time there wasn't one and I felt like I could fall at anytime.
    "Relax, I will catch you if you fall. I promise."
    There was just something in his voice that gave me comfort and his touch sent sparks through my system. I hadn't felt that since I fell in love with Andy, why was I feeling it now? I barely knew Garrett and I had no intention of getting to know him better. I wanted to go home.
    I could picture the grass hill near my house vividly from under the blindfold. In the spring my friends and I would roll down the hill until we were itchy from the grass. In the winter we'd go sledding until it was too cold for us to move our fingers and we needed hot chocolate to sooth our chattering teeth.
    I began to realize that being blind allowed me to freely imagine what I wanted the world to look like. I could see it exactly how I wished it would be; I could be back home. For a few moments I was free from the prison of the home. I could forget about the locks and boarded windows that kept me inside. I could imagine the feeling of wet grass in between my toes and the early morning sun on my cheeks.
    I let out a sigh. When, or if, I got out of here I would never see the world the same way again. It would be altered and distorted. I could never be carefree, I would always be looking over my shoulder.
    "Are you okay?" Garrett asked penetrating my thoughts. He completely broke the scene that I had created, reminding me that I was, in fact, still in a nightmare.
    "I was fine," I said sadly.
    "I'm sorry."
    "I'm sure you are in a way, Garrett."
    "Here, let me take this blindfold off, we're here now." The slick black fabric was lifted from my eyes, shattering the mental image and reminding me I was trapped with no way out. We were in a concrete box. There wasn't a spot of paint or attempt to decorate the room. It had been stripped bare except for the boxes that were stacked in the corner of the room.
    I was starting to feel claustrophobic as I felt the walls start closing in on me until I caught sight of sunlight. There was one window, it was small, but I could climb out of it if I wiggled and moved. That's when hope flashed brightly in me for the first time since my capture. I had a chance to escape and I wasn't going to let it slip by without a fight.
    "Hey that window! We can get out!" I said moving my hand out of Garrett's and letting his hand drop from mine as I hurried toward the window.
    "You can't; it's sealed, and it's too small anyway. I know. I've tried," he said, with a sadness coming through his words.
    I ignored him at first as I attempted to climb on a stack of boxes. I stacked three on top of each other and made my escape attempt, but Garrett was right. When I attempted to push it open, it wouldn't budge. Steve had sealed the window shut.
    "Damn it!" I yelled, slamming my fist onto the box below me and causing the stacked boxes to collapse. The boxes toppled and I was sent crashing to the floor. I let out a scream of pain as my back cracked from the impact and my head hit the concrete floor at full force.
    "Are you okay?" Garrett yelled as he ran to my side. He sat down next to me and looked over the area around me for any blood before he pulled my head into his lap and attempted to sooth my pain by petting my hair