[ WP ] You are a patient in a psych ward . You decide to break out , but find that the entire place was abandoned long ago

I do not know how long I have been staring at these walls. Arrested for crimes I did n't commit, and sentenced to serve my time in an insane asylum with crackpot doctors. Saying that they can cure me, but there is nothing wrong with me. I am the son of God. I am Jesus Christ reborn. They deserved their judgement. There is nothing wrong with trying to fix the wrongs in this world. Order would not exist if there was no means to do what I had the balls to do. 
 
 I have to get out of here, my task is n't done. God almighty still wants me to purge this world of the unaccepting, atheist filth that is corrupting his creation. I have to punish those who do n't follow our teachings, yet claim that because they believe in us, they will be forgiven for their sins. Twisting everything for their benefit and rejecting everything that goes against how they live. This is n't the world I died to save millenniums ago. Not anymore. I will not rest until my work is complete. A simple sorry will not fix their wrongs this time. There is no salvation for these corrupted people, since they can not see their own corruption themselves, or fully admit to their wrongs. 
 
 *They* want to treat me with their pills. Calling my duty, the reason why I exist on this world, a grand delusion. Calling my father's voice a hallucination. They do n't believe in the book anymore. Nobody does. I do n't need their attempts to fix what they think is wrong with me, I need to fulfill my purpose. But first, I must escape. 
 
 I get up and walk to the door to peer down the hall to make sure no one was coming. The normally busy halls have been empty for what feels like months, however maybe they have been moved elsewhere. The weather looks beautiful out. It's been years since I felt a cool summer breeze on my face. 
 
 I turn my attention back to the door and the task at hand. Without a door knob on this side of the door, and wire embedded into the shatterproof windows, escape seems impossible. But, as they always said - if there's a will, there's a way. I definitely have the will to accomplish this small feat. I have been planning this day for years. The guards are too careless to examine the quality of their doors. Everything decays with time. 
 
 I bash my body into the door, feeling the rusting metal slowly give way to each assault. After what felt like forever, the door finally slams open and I stumble into the dust covered, dimly lit hallway. Looking in each direction, I see no one. I do not hear the shrill, headache inducing, alarm being set off to inform the administration that I have escaped. The only light entering this hallway is from the windows from the few open rooms, and the larger one at the end of the hallway. 
 
 With only time to lose before they discover that I managed to open the door, I walk briskly to the end of the hall, as to not alert anyone of my arrival. I could almost taste my imminent freedom. Left, right, left. I reach the door to the stairs and pull it open, the lock failing to serve its purpose. He was helping me escape. My father will always help those in need as long as they have faith. 
 
 Feeling like a rat navigating a maze, I continue along the path to freedom. The building is empty, the halls filled with a silence where if one would drop a pin, the dead could hear it. Pushing my observations aside, I finally reach the front doors. Reaching for the door handle, the only object that is free from what appears to be years of dust, I firmly grab it. I went to pull the door open to faintly hear the sound of moving chains from the other side. 
 
 Looking around the floor, I notice the boarded up windows, the chairs that look as if they have never been used for years, the strangely abandoned reception desk. Suddenly, it hit me. I am alone in this prison. Not truly, as I will never be alone, but physically. But the therapy sessions, the food had always been constant, but I never left my room. 
 
 Foolishly, I yelled in frustration, then it dawned on me. They have n't fed me dinner yet. 
 
 Edited cause punctuation.
