Breaking Point

"Please, come down," the woman said, her voice softening, "W-Why are you doing this? Let's just talk."

Adriel's eyes narrowed as he stared at her. Talk? While he's locked in like a hamster? He glanced down. It was just the second floor. Not that high. Definitely not deadly.

Sensing the brief moment of hesitation, she took a small step. "Don't do this..."

He jumped. She screamed.

The crack of his ankle hitting the ground reverberated through his body, but the adrenaline pushed him into a wild sprint. The garden blurred past him like a nonsensical dream.

Adriel pushed through the gates and bolted down the street without direction. He was out of breath, his body trembling from the strain, but his legs carried him like the wind.

With no direction, no aim, he didn't stop until he crossed a corner and crashed into someone.

Adriel landed hard on the sidewalk, wide-eyed.