Escape

Chapter 7

   Instead of sleeping, I replay our conversation. Wanderers? I rub my chin. My muscles start to feel more relaxed with less pain.

   It's almost sunrise. Almost time to go to court. Almost time to decide my exucution. I gulp. I tap my feet on the floor.

    All my hard work and ambition to be free was thrown to waste like yesterday's trash. The only thing that was in my way to sucess was that cab driver. Too bad when he decided to throw us in the ocean, he didn't know thatt would be the cost of his life. Was he dead? If I was here, he surely survived. I shake my head. The value of the man that tried to commit suicide/homicide shouldn't be of my concern.

  Not to mention that I was hungry. My stomach was ready to chew itself in whole. I wrap my arms around myself and ster out the window, as if I expected a miracle to come from it. I wish.

  The door opens and slams shut. There stands a guard with short black hair,cropped. I could see tough muscles through his blue guard suit. His gray eyes lock with mine. Something sparks in them and vanishes. He averts his gaze and focuses on the floor. My eyes shift to the set of tools that lay in his belt pockets. I press myself against the wall, afraid that the goverment has already chose to execute me in my own cell.

Instead he speaks.

"You need to get up, trail starts in 25 minuets. Come with us, we need to get you freshened up."

   I get up, legs wobbly. I feel the abashfulness as I stumble to get to him, or mostly the door. As soon as I step out from the tile floor, 3 pairs of gaurds in the same uniform await me. Unlike the first one, they all wear blue hats. They order themselves around me, guns in hand.

  I keep my arms placed tightly near my body. When I feel a small nudge from the middle of my spine, I start to walk. Left. Left. Right. Foward. Left. I try to memerize our route. Thenn we stop at a white door. The guards step away silently. I look at them for some kind of direction, and when I recieve none I open it. Inside lays a bathroom.There is a small walk-iin shower,sink, and toilet. On a small table in the corner, lay a towel, toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, and an orange jumpsuit.

 I look at myself through the mirror. My hair is in it's own hell, lips trembling, eyes wide with fear, body seems like it's lost 4 or 5 pounds, enough to show slight curves. I can't believe I look like this. I turn around and strip.

   Once I finished, I dry with the towel and add the orange jumpsuit. I can't say that I look good in orange, but I have no choice. I have to resist the urge of trying to find a way out of here. I go to the door and open it. The guards stand there, as if they were afraid that I would escape or smething.

   They move aside, and I'm back in the middle again. We walk down a new hallyway with a wooden door at the end. They stop a few inches from it. The guy without the cap  turns to face me.

"Our borders end here. Tell the truth. Don't hesitate. It will be over by the time you know it." with that he, and the other group of the guards turn around and walk down the hallway.

   I face the door,unsure of what awaits on the other side. Will those Wanderers come to the rescue before they choose to exucute me or not?

  I replay the moments with my mom. Hot summers, pillows fights, colds nights near the fire, laughter, and everything. My brother. My dad. Hell, I didn't even know he was! So many things have happened, but in explaination seems so little.

  Not caring at the unfortunate outcomes, I push the door. There, I find a mini stadium, filled with people who eye me with hatred and disgust. In the middle is a chair accompaied with a table. On the other side, sits a man with gray hair and brown eyes. There are bags and wrinkles on his face, that doesn't match his expression. I look around and find guards infront of all the exits. I'm a criminal now.

  Surprisingly I walk towards the table with a confident stride and sit in the chair, not daring to look up to meet the man's or the crowd's eyes. I notice the deep, rapid rise and falls of my chest at the cause of so much attention.

 "Srienex Greyson?"

I nod.

 "You do know what you did right?"

I nod.

 "Okay... I'm going to ask you some questions. Since when have you thought about  escaping?"

"Since... I've learned my mom died."

"Do you think that the goverment's system has negative affect on you?"

"Yes"

 "Do you believe that the government's system gives you protection against other cities' threats?"

  Threats? Protection? Never would I have thought about the government try to protect us.

"No"

 I hear murmurs from the jury all around me. I tense.

"Was your test suppose to take place today?"

"Yes"

 I fumbled with my hands, feeling the presperation from it soak into my skin. I feel too much pressure. Soon all the moisture leaves my body and trickles down my skin.

"Why did you do it?"

  It was a simple answer, but difficult to get out. I had to tell the truth, but will thr truth be the wrong answer? Will it give them more pursuation to kill me? For the first time, I look up at him, brown eyes drilling into mine.

  "I did it, because like I've said, I don't like the goverment's system. I don't feel like the government should choose how or where we live. Some people don't feel like you or other people should keep us here prisoned and isolated, while you rule like tyrants!" I yelled the last sentence. I heard gasps from all over, but I only kept my gaze on the man. I narrowed my eyes at him, challengingly.

 He pressed his lips together in a straight line and nodded.

"I understand. Thank you for telling the truth with such confidence and determination that most people would never dare to use. From this trial, I will get the jury to vote for your execution"

  I nod and look back down. There's no use of counting on the Wanderers to come and save. Maybe my manipule lied. But her eyes showed care and pity. Anyways, my execution will probably arrive and I will no longer have to worry about being free. I'll join my mom somewhere up there, and I won't be pitied or punished. I will live in a place that won't have any similarity to this one. I. Will.Rest.In.Peace. And that's all I think about as I close my eyes and hear a ground shaking boom.

I was in a rush, so there may be a lot of mistakes, soory!