A+Taste+of+Freedom

A Taste of Freedom Demetri Carter was sitting on his cot, listening to the trickle from the gutters. He held his head in his hands, squeezing his eyes shut, hoping to wake up from this nightmare. The cement floor seemed colder than usual. A guard walked down the dark hallway, peering in at him. He only stopped for a second, and then continued his patrol around the prison. Demetri listened as the guard’s boots echoed down the corridor. He slowly rubbed his temples in an attempt figure out what went wrong. He remembered the night like it was happening; the icy roads, the loud bass boomed, and the smell of liquor lingered. His best friend rode next to him, laughing and shouting hysterically. They were driving home from a New Year’s party, the year 2000. A new century. A new beginning. Demetri knew he shouldn’t be driving, but there was no one else out on the road at 3am anyway. He looked to his left and saw something. It was shimmering and blinking. Strangely beautiful. What was it? He squinted, through the mist. One second was all it took. He spun off the road on a patch of black ice. The car flipped. Demetri blacked out. A tear fell to the ground, leaving a wet mark on the dirty floor. His friend had died that night, and now, four years later, he was in prison for it. Why did he do that? How could he have gotten that distracted? He would never forgive himself. Demetri’s cell mate stirred, talking in his sleep again. If I don’t die of loneliness, he thought, I will go mad from the man! Demetri’s cell mate was borderline insane, and it was rubbing off. It was known that he had tantrums, thrashing one way and that, over something imaginary. Often, he was exiled to a padded room. Thankfully he wasn’t a big guy, so it only took one guard to move him. Demetri shook his head and wondered why he had to be in this cell. He stared down at his hands, dry and cracked. He was only 23 years old, but now looked 40; aged by grief. He wanted freedom, and he wanted it now. His hands quivered. He wanted to go home and sit on his comfortable bed. But that wasn’t going to happen. Not for a while. He started to think that maybe he could… break out. It’s a crazy idea, but he wanted out so bad. To eat waffles and bacon in the morning, or just the smell of freshly cut lawn. It was the small things that made a person a person. But now he had lost those privileges. It’s been long enough. He understand he has done wrong, and it’s time for a change. Demetri knew how long it took for the guard to walk around the whole sector; approximately twenty minutes. That could give him enough time to slip down to the offices, and escape through a window. From there, a quick climb over a barbed wire fence, and he was home free. But the question is, how does he get out of his cell? His cell mate rustled in his sleep again. Demetri had a plan. The day of Reckoning was upon Demetri. He had contemplated this moment for months, but now there was no turning back. No room for error. His crazed cell mate was his only chance. Demetri began to give shock to his sleeping cell mate with abusive shaking to the sleeping lunatic. The cell mate had woken up with an outburst of outrageous madness. The rushing boots echoed, and the guard was on his way back to contain him. This guard was not one to be trifled with. Had had seized the cell mate in a matter of seconds and extracted him to solitary confinement. However, hope was shining on Demetri's plan. It was surely his lucky day. The guard had paid little attention to securing the cell, and had foolishly left it open. Just enough for Demetri to make the break. Demetri was no fool. Possibly a mastermind at the game. He was fully aware of timing and details. There was a security office nearby; he knew there was no one in there at this time. Demetri ran down the fluorescent lit hallway and opened the unlocked door. Demetri stood there in the dark, looking towards a small window at the far end of the room. Demerti's only worries would be what he feared most: The guard. The guard had finishes his business with Demetri's cell mate, and had quickly caught on to Mr. Carter’s prison break. The slow and quiet footsteps soon turned into swift loud ones as he was approaching the offices. Maybe Demetri wasn't so great at this game after all- he left the door open. After observing his surroundings, Demetri decided to place himself under the nearest desk. Heart racing and sweat gliding down his face, Demetri couldn't have closed his eyes any tighter. At the same time, boiled with anger, that guard was incapable of clenching his fists any tighter. He opened his eyes briefly and peered out from under the desk. Those cold, intimidating boots of his were close. A little too close for comfort. A feeling of relief swept through his mind as they ran the opposite direction. But this was a mere false sense of security, and Demetri was fully aware that the guard was attempting to raise the alarms. Demetri quickly climbed up onto the desk near the wall, and was reaching for the window. It was small, but he would be able to just get through it. He stared into the night, rain bouncing off the pane. He pushed the window out and a cool breeze filled Demetri. He closed his eyes and inhaled slowly. Fresh air. A taste of freedom. An overflowing joy came across him, and he couldn't help but smile. A big, toothy smile. He almost forgot what he was doing, until a shock of sound pulsed through his ears. Alarms went off, and many guards had now burst into the room. Demetri jumped halfway through the window, but one of the guards had grabbed his legs. Kicking and fighting, Demetri knows had had no chance. He had lost the battle.  After the plan was destroyed and the guards caught Demetri, they brought him into a questioning room. Demetri had so many thoughts running through his head. The guard asked him why he wanted to escape. Demetri said nothing. The guard asked again. Again Demetri didn’t speak a word. The guard asked him one more time and Demetri said that he felt he was going crazy. The guard walked out of the room. Demetri was left alone with cameras watching him. As he was sitting alone he overheard the guards talking. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">"I don't know, chief," said the guard, "He was always a good guy. Behaved well." Demetri leaned closer to the door, hoping he would be able to hear what the guards were talking about. "And here is the thing, he would have been let out within the next week on good behavior. If only he didn't run."