I got up. I didn't care what anybody said - I had to get out of here.
"I'm sorry," I whispered quietly. Then, in my mind, I asked, shall we go? My author did not reply, but I knew she had heard me.
"Where are you going? Kathryn? Kathryn, don't leave! Why are you going? Kathryn?!?!"
Voices followed me as I walked towards the door. I didn't want to say goodbye - I knew they would only try to change my mind.
"Kathryn, don't leave us!" I recognised the voice of the young man who had stopped me before, but I ignored it. This was my chance: I was taking it.
Kathryn, said a voice. I looked around, in shock. The Hideout was speaking to me.
What do you want? I said, not impolitely.
Goodbye, the strange presence said, and I blinked back the tears.
"I'm sorry," I whispered again. No one heard me, and I opened the door. The sky outside was dark - I hadn't realised that it was night time. I looked up, glad to be free of the street lights that had plagued me in my old story.
The sky was full of stars.
New tears fell, and this time I did not stop them.
Our God is an Awesome God, I sang softly to myself, knowing that no one could hear me. Then I shut the door, and ventured out into the night that beckoned, with the stars watching over me like guardian angels.