Hope - part 1 (original story)
4:59 a.m.
The subtle sound of the water hitting the rooftop, the warm in my body thanks to the blanket, the cold of the air conditioner all over my face, the way the trees move just outside of the window, and that red light that comes out of the alarm that makes every shadow of the room more sinister than it should.
This is not the first time it happens, its been 3 weeks since I wake up one minute just before the alarm starts playing my "favorite song". I find it extremely annoying, I can't stop comparing it with knowing you're going to die but the killer waits one more minute more to pull the trigger. It's not like it happened to me before, but that's the way it feels.
I started to think that I should just stand up and start the day one minute early, but there's always hope inside this old brain of mine that the alarm won't sound so I can sleep a few more hours, or until someone finds out that I didn't come out. Probably I'm not the first one to hope for this happen, but I'm sure it's impossible. I turn away from the window and look directly at the red "4:59" in the top of the door. Maybe there's a blind spot in the cameras, maybe I could find some way so it doesn't make a sound again, maybe if I hide a knife from the kitchen I could break it...
What the heck am I thinking?... This is the kind of thoughts that can get me killed ahead time. I need to at least to do my part so they can get her out of here.
4:59
The clock didn't move. I turn back again and stared at the window, imagining the way the trees smell. I think they gonna ask me to trim that tree, is getting to close to the window, who knows what some crazy guy could try to do. Now that I think about it, wasn't there a huge fence behind that tree last night?
Just when I was thinking about this, the alarm started playing the communist anthem of always but this time it sounds especially loud. I stand up by reflex, looking at the door with both arms behind my body and with the face of obedience they like so much. The door opens but the person who I was waiting for was not there... what the fuck is he doing here?!
-- "Move, the plan failed. She is not answering, we cannot wait for her"
Maybe I should be saying "I told you this was gonna happen" but I'm more mature than that. I know this is not the place or the time.
-- "I fucking told you she was gonna fuck this shit up"
-- "wow, I think this is the first time I've heard you swearing"
-- "I'm sorry, I lost my cool. Give me a gun, they probably know already that you killed Kev"
-- "who?"
-- "the guy who was in charge of this side of the residence"
While I said that, he looked at the body that was right beside the door with a face of innocence inconsistent with the blood on his hands.
-- Let's go.
