I see it - the bright, glistering light.
Freedom.

The light grey smooth floor blurred below me as I felt a surge of adrenaline. The steady thump of my footsteps echoed in my ears and I felt beads of perspiration roll down my forehead. There was nothing between me and that door now. 
  9.56p.m. 4 more minutes.
My breathing quickened as my throat ached for air,more air. I can't live in here any longer. It's my turn to live. The metal framed gate started to push down - run faster.
  I pushed to a sprint, hunching my back a little. 4 more meters, too fast. I slouched down to the best of my ability, trying my best to keep up my pace.      Finally! I'm out! The took in a deep breath, letting the warm summer air fill my lungs. I haven't felt this sense of happiness in forever. Then I thought: I cannot stand here, it's too near the prison.
  I'm not making mistakes, not now.

  It didn't take long for my overwhelming excitement to drain out, making way for panic to flood me, with thoughts of going back into prison and my impending doom. I had no money, no clothes, no home.

  Then, it stuck me - Ivy. Would she be happy to see me. Of course she would! I helped her out of her doom. I helped her out of that place, I prevented her from going to that place. I shuddered at the thought of prison, I thought prison life would be easier than that.
  How could I actually think that I could even last? Stupid

  I recited her address in my mind as I made my way to her apartment. I know where it is, it's not far from here. Why did it have to be so near a nightmare? 

  After walking for 5 minutes, I saw it - the high rise building, grand and magnificent. Ivy was rich, but not selfish. That was what I respected about her. I took the lift up to her apartment. The hallway to her apartment looks exactly how it looked before I left - polished and off white.

  There it was , apartment 253, the dark brown wooden door was the only thing separating us now. I have nothing to lose now, I thought.I knocked on her door and there she was-dressed in a dark blue tee shirt and light blue shorts, specifically her style.

  "Hello Ivy." I said. I'm pretty sure she cried.