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colors of the rainbow. She picked one to make herself a weapon out of it. Human bones are strong and can be easily shaped into knives and arrows. She feels confident in her ability to free herself using the means at her disposal. She was enthralled. She had a great sense of optimism developing inside her. She envisioned her options. She had the idea of utilizing the material in door one to start the whole structure on fire. That would alarm the guards, and it would give her time to flee without them noticing. She also estimated that her hand-made weapon could slash 10 guards at the very least. Yet, she anticipated that it would be a lengthy war to achieve freedom; however, she believed it would be well worth it. She was happy. This was her opportunity to reunite with her family. She longed for her mother's home-cooked meals, her father's corny jokes, and her sister's laughter. In her mind's eye, she was back in their little hut. She made a commitment to herself that she would be at the forefront of providing the greatest service when they reopened their store. They made money by selling produce grown in their own backyard, and it was a great way for the family to spend time together. She snapped out of her imagination, and she was back again in the dark and musty tunnel. Although her explorations of the underground taught her many things, one door remained still in the dark, waiting for her to open it. The third door is the one with a square of torched wood laminated on it. She moved into the bookshelf and through the tunnel after all the lights went off at 6 pm. When she peered through the hole, she saw a familiar figure standing in front of her. She is well aware of who this man is. His body, the way he stood, the way his nose perked up over his lips, and his long eyelashes all stood out. It had to be his father. She quickly threw all of her might and pushed the door open. For a split second, she didn't realize the noise she was making; all she could think about was the warm hug she craved from her father. Finally, the door collapsed to the ground, its wooden panels splitting into three pieces. She thrust her arms out in front of her, clenching her teeth in an effort to keep herself from sobbing. It's been four months since her father enlisted in the military and left for war. It has also been the same period since she was imprisoned and placed in jail to wither. She was only protecting her mother and sister from the strange hand of a man who attempted to mistreat them. After that, she never had any contact with them. It was a long time before they were able to see each other again, and her mind was racing with all the things she wanted to ask her father. She hugged him tightly, and she felt a tinge of warmth and tenderness on her skin, a feeling she'd been searching for a long time. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she closed her eyes and lived the moment. She suddenly felt pain in her right arm and on her forehead. Something cold ran across her head and into her cheeks. She is crying, but tears don't come with a musty taste; they should be salty. She looked at her arm, and she realized she was actually clutching herself, and her long nails cut through her skin from the pressure. Her head was also bleeding. She banged her head so hard against the door that she did not even notice. She scoured the room for him, but he wasn't there anymore, nor had he ever been. She pushed every wall of the empty room, trying to find any soft spot her father could have passed through. But, it was all rock solid. She went out of the third room and opened the second door. All the skulls were still there, but they were now painted black and white. They were crumbling, and so was her handmade weapon. She fell to the ground on her knees. The substance in the first door felt and smelled like water. Only water, not flammable, not black.
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