100 Days and Nights

Chapter 17

I wake up later with a massive headache. I have no idea how long time has passed, but when I wake up I’m in a cell. It’s not the cell back at the jail where the town is kept as prisoners. I’m in one of the cells at the police station.

I stood up from the floor that seem like it hasn’t been cleaned since the Japanese took over. I wipe the dirt off me. I glanced around for a way out, but I knew there was no way of looking for a way out because there was none. Even if there wasn’t a way out, I knew I had to get out of here. It still surprises me that the soldiers didn’t kill me down in the water main. I don’t even know why they captured me. But I guess I should just be happy they capture me. At least they didn’t kill me like they do to the other people.

I look around for something that could help me get out of here. I check my pockets to see if I have something in there that could help me. Nothing was in my pocket. I look under the wooden seats that were in the cells to see if a previous prisoner had left something behind.

Under the seat is a bobby pin. In movies they are used as a pick lock, but I have no idea if it will work at all. I give it a try and walked over to the bars. I’m not exactly sure what you’re supposed to do so I just poke it into the locks to see what happens. I fiddle around with it, hoping it will eventually click open so I can escape, but it doesn’t work. I felt tears building up in my eyes as I desperately pleaded with the pin to just unlock it, but it refuses to.

I heard voices and footsteps heading towards me. I quickly hid the bobby pin in my pocket so I could try to escape later with it. Maybe I just need some time to think a plan through.

I sit down on the bench just as the same soldiers who had captured me walked in. They stand at the bars and smirk at me. The soldier who looked a little chubby in the face and I think he was the one who had hit me in the back of the head, unlocking the gate. I stay seated, afraid to move. The soldiers walked over to me and then lift me off the bench, dragging me out of the cell. Where they were taking me, I wasn’t sure. They were probably going to kill me.

They led me down the corridor towards an office. The door is closed. Written on it was Chico’s name. The chubby face soldier opened the door. Chico looked up from his desk.

“Ah, it’s good to see you are awake, Abigail,” he replied, giving me this evil smirk on his face. He pointed to the chair in front of his desk, commanding the soldiers to place me there.

I’m forced to sit down in the chair. The soldiers stand beside me, probably to make sure I don’t get up and try and make a run for it. I rest my broken wrist in my other hand, resting my hands in my lap. There was a slight pain coming from my wrist and my pain killers were back at the hideout and I knew the Japanese weren’t going to give me anything for the pain.

“How do you know my name?” I asked him.

“I may not know everyone’s name, Abigail, but I have a list of your group who failed to show up to one of the roll calls. Every resident of this town are kept in files.” He held up a yellow folder with a picture of my mug shot that I remember we took on the night they invaded our towns. As we entered the jail cells and were given our tags, our picture was taken. Mine was awful and I almost couldn’t recognise myself in the picture. My hair was a total mess and I was half asleep. This photo has gotta be worse than school photos. He placed it down on his desk and then stood up, walking over to me and stood in front of me. “That file contains everyone’s personal details so I know almost everything about you. Your family, your birthday, and where you were born.”

“How did you get all of that information?”

He chuckled. “Why do you want to know?”

“Because you have no right to enter our country like this and take over, treating us like prisoners.”