An Immoral Beginning

XVII: Once is dead, Rises back up

I Snuck quietly between the guards and into an air vent, I feel the life being sucked out of me It feels cold then Warm and then cold again. 

"Its goin to alright, your wound is patched, Nothings sucking your soul yet at least...for now." I muttered to myself to stop panicking any further as I continued crawling forward in the vents, Nothing but the sounds of silence and sometimes some guard chatter from below. 

"I'm not dying...I'm not dying...I'm not dying..." I thought in my mind, the words repeatedly flashing in my mind, The fear and panic attacks that thought into bits.

I continued to crawl further into the vent until I saw light, I took a peek and the coast seemed clear. I take out my knife as I remove the barrier of the air vent, I finish and I try to soften my fall but it still hurts regardless.

"Thud!" 

"Argh...This isn't good..." I mutter to myself, I have a large opened wound on my leg, many cuts and slashes all over my body. At this point I'm surprised how my brain is still active and not given up due to my injuries.

"Argh...just a bit more..."

I found an abandoned rusty bike on the streets, I take it as I don't have any other choice since it's either life or death at this point.

"Thump!" "Thump!"

I can even feel my heart beating, I can feel my brain panicking with unnerving thoughts...but I'm gonna make it...At least I hope so..

"I'm...fine...I just-"

"Snap!"

"Splash!"

I fell into the water...damn bike...What the hell did I trust with it..

"This can't be the end! I...I'm not ready." I thought to myself, the fear and anxiety eating away at me in my final moments...I feel an awful amount of regret, but to what exactly...I have no idea.

"Splash!"

"Thud!"

"Argh...I made it.." I said as I took in multiple amounts of air, I accepted my fate, My end and yet I still had some luck being washed up on land...god what a mess of things. I get up and walked around for a bit, I saw someone, maybe they know what state or country this is.

"Hey excuse me, do you by chance know this place?" I asked the man.

"Que? Yo no hablo Inglés." The man responded,he doesn't speak English so that gives me some information about where I'm at, let me ask him in Spanish.

"¿Tu conoces este lugar?"

"Si! Esta es la ciudad de México, ¿vienes de visita con tu familia?"

"Si..."

I thanked the man and kept walking, just here with my family...I wish that were the case, why do I feel so sad? I already know that they're never going to talk to me or view me as a son, I already accepted that harsh truth however talking about them... it fills me with an emotional pain I can't control, I'm able to suppress it for now but I'm not sure how long I'll be able to hold it all in. Well at least on the upside, maybe I could enjoy Mexico for a bit...I miss John, I miss them all and hell I even miss Penelope, she's the reason I'm in this mess...however I just can't seem to hate her, I mean I can't blame her this is what her dad planned to do me, Penelope had no influence she can't be guilty however she is the main reason why I'm in this mess. I need to find an airport- no I can't risk flying, I'm gonna need to go back to on ship as a stowaway.

"Ok what to do?" I muttered to myself, if I was going to sneak back in the country without anyone noticing I would first need a plan. I'm most likely gonna need a place to stay for a-