This walkway felt familiar, i knew it so well yet I couldn’t quite pick where I had memorised the narrow halls. Every door I tried to open was locked, “figures”, I whispered to myself as the sound of the door rattling echoed through the building. I walked slowly down the never ending corridor, my footsteps sounded so lonely. The door at the end of the hallway was the only one so far that was illuminated, by a single lightbulb swinging softly. I knew this door, I ran my eyes over the bright red foam letters “Madison” it spelt. Now the eerie silence was accompanied with a familiarity, a familiarity of home and family dinners, my long passed pets and the warmth out home brought. Despite all the happy memories, I’m still glad I escaped.