I didn’t know how I came here. All I knew was that I just wanted to escape. To escape from everything. I especially wanted to escape from my life, which was more than messed up. So I ran away not noticying anything around me. It was like I was moving in slow motion while everything around me moved really fast and I just couldn’t get out. I couldn’t break through this vicious cycle. So I ran away.

Then I was here, wherever here was… I was in a dark forest on a lonely, dirty road. Nothing else was to see, but the trees shadow’s, which were reflected from the fire that was burning on each side of the road. I looked ahead of me and saw the same road with the same trees and fire going endlessly. Normal people would be afraid of this dark place. But I wasn’t. It was quite the contrary. I felt safe in the darkness. Not wanting to get back to the civilized life I tried to live, I kept walking forwards.

From a distance I could see something shine on the road. I moved towards it and could make out the shape of a key. I picked it up and looked closely at it. It lay heavy in my hand and looked old and was rusty, but still in good condition. I felt something welling up inside of me, but I continued walking. Curiosity getting the better of me. I felt a little bit uneasy, because there was no way that the key, which was lying there was a coincidence. And while I was deeply in thoughts I didn’t see the road suddenly ending. I saw it at the last second and stopped immediately. I stood before this huge wall of black nothingness. Then I knew what I was feeling just moments before; fear. I hesitated a few seconds if I should go through the black entrance. But I remembered my inner struggle and the wanting to break through my own walls, which were keeping me from being happy and to see what lay behind it. So after a few moments of hesitating, I walked through it. My hand still clung on to the old key, like my life depended on it. I closed my eyes while I was walking, still not sure if I really wanted to see what was behind.