Agent 205

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 9

The day I've been longing for is the day I also didn't want to come. I was anxious. I tried grounding myself and my thoughts. I know there's something I have to do. I comforted myself that if I should die, at least I died trying to do something good. Right?

I don't want to become a monster. or is it too late? Am I already one?

Those thoughts filled my head. Out if everything I could think of, why this?

I try to redirect my thoughts. I focus on what I and Doctor Jung talked about that sunny Sunday.

It was hot that day. The sun was beating down. Unlike when I first came here, where it was chilly. It was winter. The first day of it to be exact.

I went inside his office with sweat dripping from my face. I didn't know what to say to him. Though I had a million thoughts I wanted to share with him. No. I just didn't know where to start.

Soon we actually started our conversation, I restated the plan we both wracked our brains in. He agreed with it just like any other time. There wasn't really much of my memories of Doctor Jung where he didn't nod or say yes to my ideas. He was such a kind man. I wonder if he has kids or a wife. They'd be so lucky with him. I wish him all the best now that I'm leaving him behind.

I failed to tell him thank you. That he was a good friend of mine. And that I promise to come back here.

The clock ticked away all the hours. One in the afternoon. It was the time we planned.

I faked a seizure again. I woke everybody up in our rest time. Soon the guards were dragging my body to the hospital. I've spent approximately 30 minutes there. Yet Doctor Jung is no where to be seen. I was getting more anxious. He told me he'd be the first doctor to respond.

I feared that the d**g the other doctor was about to inject was not the right one. She was about to puncture my skin with the needle but I shaked and wiggled more. They had to use a lot of nurses to hold me down. I guess I have no other choice but to get injected.

I closed my eyes, then I heard the curtains swayed wide. The sound of the metal hooks clanging together and the wrinkle of the hospital curtains made me open my eyes wide again.

It was Doctor Jung. I could tell he was panting. I stopped shaking for a split second to look at him before I realized I had to continue my act.

He snatched the injection out of my skin making it bleed and then he threw it to the ground. He then replaced it with a syringe he got out of his coat pocket.

The other doctor asked him what he was doing. He didn't answer. He injected it and I started to fake being asleep and falling unconscious.

They all loosened their grip of me, and they were all told to leave. Doctor Jung shut the curtains and scolded the female doctor outside of it.

He came up with a couple excuses. I couldn't wake up just yet. I know that outside the room he requests, it's full of cameras that can scan each miniscule movement I make.

A couple minutes later, he drags my bed out of the CCTV bombarded room.

Once I was at a private room where we were both alone. I start opening my eyes. I only had a few minutes to spare. The ship was leaving soon.

I asked if this was the actual room we planned. He nodded. He said he had to go now. I couldn't even ask him what he did to make him late. He left in a rush, he didn't want to hinder my plans. Once again I couldn't say what I wanted to.

I went to the bathroom, which was under development. I could already smell the dirty stuff of the sewage, but I have no choice. I can't just run out there. I braced myself and hoped I won't throw up my lunch.

The sewage pipe was big and spacious since this was at the first floor. I still had to push my way through though. I guess all those flexibility stretches didn't fail me. I crawled while holding my breath. The smell was making me lose it. The tunnel was partially blocked by dirt. I had to punch my way through. I knew I already had a lot of bruises and cuts just because of this way I chose. I hope it'll be worth it.

As my head reached a point, I saw a bigger pit of dirt, it was mixing with the ocean water. I looked at where the current was coming from, so I know where to go.

Soon I dropped to it and swam my way through it. Thank the oceans, the poop there wasn't dry or flaky.

The drain was a bit under the surface of the water. I dove under it and tried to kick the drain cover. Boy it was screwed shut. I thought It was the end of me. I kicked it more and more. Until it finally gave up. It was actually rusted well. Thank the oceans once again.

I rose to the surface again to inhale. I wasn't really happy at this point. I wanted to give up. I mean who wouldn't?

I finally got rid of that cover and I squeezed myself to fit. I had more cuts trying to fit there. They were greeted by the salty waters. They stung of course.

I was scared if I wouldn't be able to go through, but with more squeezing I managed to fit. I didn't want to drown in sewage water.

I carefully rose to the surface, Trying my best not to bump into the dock and make a sound.