He walked into the wall again. Blood trickled down his face. “MOVE IT, BITCH!” He yelled. He walked into the wall yet again, knocking down a lantern. It caught fire to the ground. There was a small trench filled with lighter fluid of some sort. It was shaped like a heart. It lit up the room, and he could finally read the riddle to his escape. It said:
“Open up the doors to your mind and see the way I see.
Open up the doors to your heart and let your emotions run free.
Open up the doors to your mind and let your thoughts come to me.
Open up the doors to your heart and let me swim in the sea of your love.”
“What the fuck is up with all these damn riddles?!”

I stood on the edge of the drop off. Summer was too worried about her precious Brent to notice. I jumped into the water. I felt like I was being grabbed by some sort of hair.