In Love With The Enemy Behind The Gates

Chapter 8

Have you ever had a strange feeling that someone was watching you? Well that's how I felt. I was hoping that I was wrong but instead when I opened my eyes furukawa was standing beside the mattress just staring.

"Come With Me" I was too scared to ask questions so I quickly got up and followed him outside the tent. Nearly tripping over almost everything and anything, I finally caught up with Furukawa and he had lead us to the lagoon. Reminded me of the time I was so bummed about something that had happened during school that I needed some alone time. The lagoon was where i was at during those troubled times.

" Your friend's body was moved, there's no use in looking for it. if anything she's floated far from here. it would be better if some sea creature gets her. And of course the enemy cant know we are here if we want our plan to work."

" I dont think your plan will work considering we probably have some worried parents that are looking for us as we speak." I didn't hide the bitterness in my tone. He didn't seem to be affected by it so he just shrugged and continued to walk away.x

I already knew my parents were worried and that it would be only a matter of time before they would find us.

I overlooked the horizons every single day just waiting for a miracle to happen. Furukawa treated me like any other prisoner but for some reason he was more lenient on certain things. Maybe he knows that i wouldn't dare to try to escape, not like i would get far considering his men are always on the look out. 

"Well back to your tent you go." Furukawa was indeed a handsome man. There is no denying that but at the same time I cant overlook the look of hatred in his eyes. Are they towards me? I dont plan on finding out. 

Back inside the tent I still had my backpack with me. I managed to take out my sketchbook and pencils. I drew out a beautiful portrait of Marcella. I blame myself for her death. She was taken too soon and so tragically. I was haunted by the memories and was scarred by the scene that unfolded leading up to the moment where she took her last breath. 

I cried myself to the brink of exhaustion that night. The sound of the waves crashing on shore was soothing. but i was still alarmed for not knowing what these Japanese soldiers intentions were when it came to me but I prayed silently that I stay alive to see this War end. To graduate, to get married, and start a family. That is if I do ever make it out alive. 

It was dawn and the sun has yet to rise. I woke up when one of the Japanese soldiers entered the tent. I jolted up from the sleeping bag. I eyed his movement as he came closer to me with careful steps. 

"Go away!, please dont hurt me!" I crawled away and rocked myself in a fetal postion waiting for the blow to hit my skin, but it never came. Instead he put a tray of food in front of me and slowly walked back out my tent allowing me to eat in peace. I was confused but relived. 

I ate a little bit of the food and it was surprisingly good. Furukawa entered a few minutes later and just eyed me down. Not creepy at all if you ask me ( Sarcasm if you didn't catch my drift ;) )

" I would appreciate it if you didn't stare me down so creepily" He looked away quickly. I continued to sketch the portrait until I heard him clear his throat.

" What happened on the beach a couple nights ago, I'll apologize on behalf of my fellow soldier." 

I was surprised that he apologized. I was expecting to say something to either piss me off or scare me. He looked around and found a tray of food and his expression changed. Like something snapped inside him. 

" Who gave you food?!"  at this point he had grabbed me by my shirt and lifted me up. 

" I dont know, i didn't see how he looked like"  I can feel the fabric of my shirt starting to rub against my skin causing it to burn from the friction.

" Who entered your tent?!" Tear formed in my eyes threatening to fall but all that came out was a struggled groan.  He was seething. it was evident in his eyes and i fear for my life. 

He threw me on the floor like a rag doll, I crawled away and what he did next scared me so much. As I was crawling away he walked closer. The look in his eyes were as evil as his thoughts that rummaged through his head. 

I was trapped and he used that opportunity and held me down. Tears were running down my face. He had ripped my shirt and all i did was scream and struggle as he pinned me down. I imagined my parents smiling faces one last time before I leave this earth. I remember their smiles and hugs and that safe feeling that i felt. oh how i wished i was there with them instead of where i am right now. 

I closed my eyes and then I felt him stop as he stared at my tear stained face his expression went back to almost normal. He had the look of guilt and hurt which he covered so fast. He got up from me and handed me a blanket and rushed out the tent. 

I was left crying all night. silent cries that no one would hear. For i lay there and form a plan. I silently prayed and got up and walked out of the tent and down to the shore. Where waves crashed against the rocks and the tide was good and high. I walked in and awaited death to claim me.