100 Days and Nights

Chapter 18

Three days had past and no one came to rescue me. I wasn’t sure whether or not if they believe I was still alive. I understood if they thought I was dead since the Japanese would have killed us straight away. But for some reason they weren’t killing me at all. Instead they would continue to beat me up if I didn’t tell where the hideout was. They also haven’t fed me anything for a few days or if they did, it would just be scraps or leftovers of their food that may only be enough for a mouse to eat.

At night I had little sleep. All I could hear was my stomach grumbling and sometimes I heard gun shots. During the day I would also hear gunshots or explosions, not entirely sure if it’s my friends who are fighting back. In the meantime I’m still trying to work out how to escape with the bobby pin that I had. No matter what I did to try and bend it or fit it through the lock, but I couldn’t work out why it wouldn’t work out like it did in the movies. I also managed to swipe a paper clip from Chico’s office when he wasn’t looking and tried to unlock the lock with both the pin and clip. I felt like a failure not being able to make a jail break with this stupid pin. Why is it so easy for people to pick lock in movies than if you were to do it?

But just when I thought I was never going to get it, I was finally able to unlock it with the pin and clip. I slip them both into my pocket and then quietly slipped out of the cell. My heart caught in my throat when the gate creak opened. I froze immediately, terrified to move just in case the soldiers were to hear it. But thankfully none of them did. Quietly I tip toe down the corridor where the cells were, heading where the offices were. I could hear them speaking and laughing. I wasn’t even sure how I could sneak past them all without being seen.

I quickly hid in the dark shadows of the corridor. There was a camera up on the wall, facing in my direction. I cursed softly to myself knowing that I’m going to get caught even if I do sneak out of here. There will be someone watching the camera and as soon as they see me out of the cell, they will come running for me and then probably shoot me.

Taking a breath and putting aside all of my fears, I stepped out of the shadows, walking quickly past the camera. So far so good. Maybe I could escape out of here without problems at all.

I reached Chico’s office. I could see him sitting at his computer through the glass windows. He hasn’t seen me yet, but I knew if I was to walk past his office, he will look up and then I will be doom.

I crouch down on the floor and carefully crawled across the carpet past the office. The door to the office was closed and I prayed silently to myself that Chico wouldn’t open the door at all. I crawled along the floor, crawling past the lunchroom where I could hear the soldiers. I leaned up against the wall and peek around the corner of the door frame to see the soldiers sitting at a table, talking about something in Japanese. I began to crawl again knowing that the soldiers would not see me at all. They were busy chatting and laughing to even take notice of me escaping.

But just when I started crawling I heard a door opening behind me. I turn to look to see Chico walking out the door, staring at some papers in his hands. He hadn’t seen me yet. I panic at the sight of him and I stood up to run which was the most stupid thing I could have done. If I had stayed on the floor, Chico may have not been able to see me at all. But I guess I gave myself away more when I stood up. I made a run for the exit which I had no idea where it was exactly, but I knew it wouldn’t be too hard to find at all. Behind me Chico was yelling something in Japanese. Have no idea what he was saying, but I knew he was alerting the other soldiers.

Without looking back, I ran towards the exit. I ran past the desks where one soldier was. She stood up when she saw me and came at me. I tried to dodge out of the way of her, but she was fast and tackled me to the ground. I hit the ground and almost hit my head on the side edge of a desk.