My hidding place

Some weeks ago we wrote a story. Can you imagine what will happen if you have to hide for keeping yourself save?
This is my story:

2000-2002

I’m writing because I don’t know what else I can do. It’s very difficult for me to be motionless. I’m very very boring and it’s only the second day that I’m here. Oh it’s true you don’t know where is here. Here is a derelict school. You are probably thinking if it’s a school it must be a big place! But it’s not! We can only use the toilets, the teachers’ room and a classroom because the other classrooms are very damage because of the bombs and the shootings, there are also some dead bodies.

You read it well, WE. I’m here with another boy that was surviving here when I found this place. I don’t know almost anything about him, his name is Alex, he is 17 years old and he is every moment with his gun and his knives. He says that we have to be prepared in case that someone tries to kill us. He is tall and has muscular arms. He has green eyes and a big mouth. He has straight and short hair.  He is wearing a black T-shirt and gray jeans with lots of holes. If I would have met him some months ago, before everything started I would thought “He is a really handsome boy” but now I can only think in my death family. 

 

It has happened again, this sunrise we heard some shootings very close to us. But now everything is calm and I can continue writing about my family. My mum was a teacher and she worked in a little village near Lleida. My dad was a doctor and my sister was studding first of ESO at the high school. They are all die. They died because of me, they were trying to save me.

We are hidden because the USA government discovered that people that were born between the years 2000 and 2002 have immunologic cells that protect them from diseases. Trump doesn’t want us to be alive because he says that we are going to live forever. Her daughter is the only one that can live forever.

 He sent troops to kill all the people that were born between 2000 and 2002. Thanks God they came with aeroplanes and they landed in Barcelona. All the TV news told us what was happening and me and my family decided to hide together. The problem was that the soldiers found us and they kill my family when I was running away to save my life. I shouldn’t run I should stay with them and fight till the end, but I was afraid, and my brain was paralyzed, my legs decided for me and they start running from that nightmare.

 When I was searching for a new place to hide I found a policewoman died, probably she was trying to save someone but the soldiers kill her. First I couldn’t look at her, she was killed many days before and she smelt really bad. Then I saw a shape, it was her service gun! I took it and also her radio that I don’t know how but it was still working and I continue searching a place for me to hide.

 After some hours thinking where I could go a perfect idea came to my mind: if I hide in a place that they have bombed I’ll be save because they would not bomb it again. And this is the reason because I’m hiding and I came here to the school.

 

Today I’m going to explain you what do we do during the day.

We’ get up at 9 o’clock and we go to the kitchen of the school to eat something. At 10 we do some exercise to keep fit, on Mondays we do two series of 30 squats, 40 crunches and we run 10 laps inside the room.

On Tuesday we do the same as on Monday but with 20 jumps. On Wednesday, Friday and Sunday we’ll do the same as on Monday and on Thursday and Saturday the same as Tuesday.

From 12 to 13 we have to be in absolute silence because they do rounds. Then is when I write. At 13:30 we have lunch and at 14:30 we sleep a little bit. From 15 to 17 we play with the games that we found in the classroom to relate with each other. At 17 we have free time to do what we want and at 19 we have dinner. At 20 we must be in silence because the soldiers do more rounds till 21. At 21:15 I told Alex if he would like to talk about each other and he accepted so from 21 to 22 we will talk and at 22 we will go to sleep.

I think that Alex is trying to do the school safer and more comfortable because he is thinking about new weapons to put in the windows and doors. He invented a catapult that can kill a person and he also did two kinds of pillows with clothes that he found. I’m going to help him doing an inventory of all the food that we have to know how much time we have till we need to go outside to find more food.

It’s the fourth day that I’m here with Alex today. We were finishing the training exercises and he said: “what has happened to your family?” It was the first time we were talking about our families. Before that we only talked about what we were going to do when all this would finish. First I was afraid of sharing my lasts moments with my family, MY FAMILY. I didn’t want to tell him about them also because I run away, I could do something to save them! Then I thought that I have to share my best moments with my family because if I died someone will remember it and it will continue the remember of my family. So I decided to tell him what happened. When I finished he didn’t say anything.

I asked him about his family, he kept in silence. When I was leaving he said: “Do you remember the woman that was telling what was happening in Barcelona and she was killed when they were recording her? She was my mum, Raquel Sans.” When he said her name a tear fell from his left eye. He continued: “She was a really good mum, she was attentive, kind, she was an outgoing and funny person. She was my inspiration. She is my HERO. When my father died because of a traffic accident she took all the little pieces and she recomposed me. She made me who I am.”

I’ve never seen him like this, he looked like a vulnerable little boy. His eyes showed something I thought I will never see. I saw Fear.

 

After all the feelings that I saw yesterday I thought that it will be better if I give him a little bit of space. We followed the timetable and during my free time I started looking for more papers to write.

 I found a folder with a name, Irene. When I read the name something took the control of my feelings. I could not breathe, I could not move, I started crying. Irene. Like my sister. Where was she now? Was she ok? Was she afraid? She was only 13 years old. I looked inside the folder and I found papers for me to write and also some drawings. I returned to the teachers’ room.

I was so affected that I didn’t move from a corner during 3 hours and I didn’t stop crying. I was sad, sad and exhausted.

 

We have a very big problem. Do you remember that I did a list of all the aliments we had? In the list, now, there are also two tuna tins. I’ve told Alex and he says that we have to go outside because if the soldiers don’t kill us the hunger will do it. So today in the training time instead of running Alex taught me how to take the gun from someone when he/she is aiming me. First it was difficult for me because I have never hit somebody, but when I got it no one could stop me.

Near the school, there’s a little market. Alex says it would be a good place to take the food because they don’t have security cams and sensors, but I still don’t like to go there, out of our “save” place.

Today I’m doing all the things in a different way, I’m doing them if it was the last time. Even I’ve looked Alex in a different way. I don’t like to think like that but if it’s my last day in this place of the universe I have to finish doing what I would like to do, within the possibilities I have, of course. I’ve never kissed a boy, and I think it’s one of the little things that I could do before going out there without knowing if I would come alive, without knowing if there’s going to be a tomorrow. To comfort me I think of my family, if all finishes tomorrow at least I would be with them wherever they are. But I’m not going to leave my life without fighting, fighting till the end.

                                                                                                                   

It has arrived, the sun has appeared, I’m breathing, it seems a “normal” day but it’s not for me. The next hours will be decisive for my life. If we survive I’ll have more confidence and strength, but if I die, if I die, well, I don’t know what will happen to me if I die.

We are going to go shopping after the round at 13, because it’s when people are or working or having lunch. No one goes to the market at 13, only some old people but they are not a threat.

It’s 12:30 and I’m very afraid. The minutes are passing and the hour to go to our mission is coming. I’m prepared for anything. I’m prepared for fighting, for running, for shooting someone and for dying.

13:00. It’s time to go says Alex. He was leaving the classroom but I stopped him and said: Alex, before we go out could you please make me a favour? “Yes of course, what do you need?” he says. “I, I was thinking if you, if you have any other recommendation” I tell him. I cannot tell him to kiss me, it would be very strange and probably he would not want to do it. I don’t know how I could imagine that, it’s just impossible. “Do I have any other recommendation? Mmmmm, don’t be scared, be proud of you and just remember I will be with you” he says. He is looking to me, to my eyes like he could see my soul. Then he looks to my lips. My heart starts beating very fast. He is getting closer to my face slowly. His lips touch my lips. During few minutes we don’t move. Suddenly we hear some people running in our direction.

And I knew it, this was my ending. But this time I’m not going to run away, I’m going to fight. I’m going to fight till the end.