If everything goes wrong, remember that there are worse things out there and sometimes you have to make it better.
The beginning
The cell was empty. The silence broke me. ‘Distraction’ I thought by myself. I had to find a distraction. But how? There was nothing I could think of over here. The room was empty as always, only a bed, and a gruesome old toilet. I could think about how to escape, but there were no windows, no doors, and no earthy floors. Nothing. Only the deadly silence of the cell walls.
I could just die that was an escape at least. But he wouldn’t let me die. He wanted me to suffer. I didn’t know why, since I gave him the book, which made him so powerful. I thought it was just another old random book, but it wasn’t. And now I am here, in the middle of a dead silent cell. Could I negotiate my way out? He already has my family killed, and my friends and loved ones. What could’ve I done more to escape? I couldn’t do it myself. Somebody had to help me.
The trial
The big gong rang, as I heard many times. Now it was my turn, to face my fate. The judge was as unfair as it could be, it was him himself. He told me what I’ve done, that I stole the book from him. I didn’t, I found it and gave it to him. He knows. He wants me to suffer, but not to die. On his final order, he told met that I had to stay in the cell for forever. No fresh air. No walks. No nothing. Why? I didn’t know.
In my ugly cell, I found myself talking to myself, like some lonely old granddad. I don’t know about what. I went crazy. Crazy went me. I sat there for years, and somehow survived. The silence made me crazy. I went dizzy from the food. From sleeping I only became more tired, and there was no escape possible. Never. Ever.
The escape
After all those thrilling years, the door opened. It was not him, but another one. “Come” he told me. I came. “Follow me”. I followed. He looked backwards then told me “Run”. I ran. We followed a long path. I didn’t know where we were going. Whether he was going to help me or betray me. I didn’t know, but he was the only one who I could somehow trust, and for that I must obey him. I always had to obey people, for my entire life, the gang, him, and then also that young man, who was I didn’t know who.
After what felt like days of walking and running we ended up in a silent plain, in the middle of nowhere. Dead trees, grey bushes and plants who begged for water surrounded me, standing on the most dead, but still living grass I’ve ever seen. The wind screamed through the trees. All with all, it was very creepy. “What’s this place?” I asked him. “So, you’re finally able to talk trouble girl” He said, but in a mean voice. A mean grin appeared on his face. “We? Are there more people here?” I said, a bit panicked. “Ahh, you’re one of those nosey kinds ain’t yah? Boys, time!” He said like these ‘boys’ were dogs or something, and in a few seconds a circle of people surrounded me.
Travelling
The next days I stayed in a hoary lodge somewhere in the middle of this creepy, grey, dead forest. After three days or so they came back. They brought me to another place. We rode for days and days in a wrecked old war car, it staid silence though. It wobbled so hard I felt like I was in a rollercoasters. It was covered in a camouflage pattern and blended perfectly with the surroundings, which were no more than a lot of dead trees. When the ride finally ended, there was a small building in front of me. It looked like an outside toilet. They told me to follow. Inside was another door. We went through it.
The news
Inside was a woman. She was old, with green eyes and long gray curly hair. She looked friendly, but there was something else in her deep eyes, something of hatred and distress. ‘Sit down, dear’, she said. ‘Can you please tell me what happened in detail’, she asked me. I told her everything, from moving into my new apartment and finding the book, to the unfair trial and the escape. When I was finished she said something that changed my life. Forever. ‘You are here, to defeat them!’, the old woman said. ‘Me? How? What do I have to do? I can’t even shot a gun!’ I wanted to babble further that I couldn’t do it but she closed the topic of me being not able to do it. ‘We are going to make you the perfect person for this job, and you’re going to kill him!’ she said with a final bam on the table. ‘Yes, I will. I don’t like being violent. But he is worse.’ I said with a final sigh.
And now, here I am, with a knife pressed to his throat, on the point of slicing through it.
