English Essay Writing Competition 2016
At first everything seemed to be fine. The plan for the escape had been carefully drafted over the course of six months. All outcomes had be examined: there was supposed to be no chance for failure.
However, as I was pulling on the air-conditioning vent, waiting for my signal, it started to dawn on me that no plan could ever be bulletproof – much less a plan made under our conditions. One small mistake, one false move, and there would be no hope of survival, much less of escape.
I started to feel the signs of an impending panic attack: my heart slamming faster and faster in my chest, breaths turning shorter and making me feel light-headed.
“Calm down” I whispered to my trembling hands. I looked at the timer. Only two minutes and thirty seconds left. Twenty-nine Twenty-eight…
Every single second I had spent in this place had been hell. I had always known that places like this exist - nobody ever talked about them, but refusing to acknowledge something doesn’t make it any less real. Everyone knew what happened to people like, well, me.
I’ve never been one for subtlety, obviously. I always tried to be careful, to keep quiet, to keep my head down. Fact is, though, that that doesn’t come to me easily as it does to some people.
To most people.
So, yeah, I guess I always knew that ending up in this place was something that would eventually happen to me, but it is also something that I’ve never learned to accept. Hence, the escape.
Oh, how I want to go home.
Heidi Mäkitalo from Luostarivuoren lukio