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The Prisioner
This was writen by:
Yair Montalvo A01176364
Oscar Nassar A01196538
ITESM
“The prisoner”
This is my last year in here. I don't know why I did it, maybe I am crazy or extremely angry that I even remember what I really do. I am dead to my family and all my friends I don't know why I still living this life, why me. I remember when I use to play with my son baseball, watch TV every night with my wife beside me, drive my car in the highway, go to the movies with my family, take my son to visit my fathers and sisters. One day I was driving to my work like every week, when I arrive I start my working day like always, drink a cup of coffee and then report to my boss what I will do that day. That day was different when a get into my boss office, he say to me that I need to drive to the other side of the city and deliver something but he doesn't say to me what it is. Then I start to think that I need to do whatever my boss ask because I really need the job and the money all of this is to my family I need to pay a lot of debts. Later my boss come to me and say that I am a really good employee and after this job he will promote me, so I remember I was so excited finally I will buy one Christmas gift to my son. Well, after that day I take my car, because my boss say to me that this something need to be deliver in my car and not in the office car. When I arrive into the downtown I start to think what is in this box that my boss doesn't want me to know, I decide to open the box and I only see three fingers and one of them have one gold ring. I start to freak out and get worried, I start to get so nervous and I was getting out of the downtown I start to drive faster and faster and in the city limits a police car turn on his red and blue lights and tell me to stop. When I stop one big guy start to ask me about where I came from, what I am doing and why i drive so fast, with that final question the police notice my nervous face so he doesn't ask me to show him me driver licence he say to me to get out the car and then I turn my face to look the box but immediately the police ask me what is in that box so I feel the necessity to get out of there I start to escape from the police I think I will never do such thing in my life. I entered a dirt road, and lost the cops, I saw a cabin and pulled over. I entered the cabin and saw a small revolver, I picked it up and put it in my pocket. I heard footsteps, I thought the police was onto me, I pulled out the revolver. The door opened, A shot. then silence, At this moment I don't know why i did it, I think it was the pressure, I just aimed and fired, and I didn't realize what or who I just shot. When I finally looked, in front of me a middle aged man lying on the floor , At that moment I wished that man was my boss, but then I heard something that broke me inside and that made me surrender to the police… That word still haunts me at night. A small…..single…. simple word…….. “Daddy?”
