It was all such as rush and a blur. The plane was right there, out the window, we were setting off home. I smiled contently. And then I saw them, the officers shouting and rushing to the passenger line. Blindly we were looked around for someone to run, for a guilty person to try and escape somehow. But no one moved, and then my bag was ripped off my back and I screamed defiantly, I always had more courage. My best friend is scarred and shaking, and they are throwing me violently to the ground as they unzip my pack. Only to reveal in front of my disbelieving eyes ... 3 aluminium tins, marked in some language I can't even read. But the bewilderment on our faces turns to shock as they pulled out the stereotypical bags of white powder. And there are tears falling down my face, screaming 'It's not mine!' But I knew it was too late, as they dragged us away, the plane receding in the corner of my eye. I didn't understand what was going on. Where we were going or what was going to happen. It'll be ok though, I thought, we didn't do anything wrong.

I tripped as I was shoved in a small underground cell, the floors were wet and muddy. There was a hole in the ground where rats were drinking and crowding. The foreign guard yelled at me in amongst his incoherent Thai, pointing at the hole in the ground. 'You go there!'

'I need to go to the bathroom!' I screamed at the top of my lungs. But he didn't care. He didn't even flinch when I broke down and cried, huddled in the corner against the cold concrete.

How did I get here?

As the hours dragged on I wonder if I'd ever see my best friend again. If there was any hope of getting back home.

I heard the footsteps of a stranger echo down the hall, keys jangling. An official looking man looked at me through the bars.

'You come give testament now.' he said. Finally I felt relieved I could just tell them what happened, the nightmare would go away and be over.

'When can I see my friend? Where is she?'

'She ok. You see her soon, after testament.'

He ordered me out the door as they chained my feet.

I sat in the sunlit streaked room, recalling everything that happened and how 'I didn't know what happened. We didn't give our bags to anyone and we didn't speak to anyone!'

But the interrogation was not what I expected. I wouldn't sign what they had written.

'I can't read Thai! I'm not going to sign that!' I screamed. They hit me across the face. Everyone was screaming and I couldn't understand anything they were saying.

But it seemed I had made my point, I was shuffled back to my cell and thrown in the dark again, with only the rats and a guard to watch me.

A few days passed and no matter how much I screamed or pleaded, I was never going to get out. But, my hope lifted as I heard the steel door creak at the end of the hall, some sunlight filtered in.

'Alice?' I heard her voice and the fear subsided.

'Darlene?' I called back. I heard her chains clink as she shuffled down the hall, and then her starved face came into view.

I held out my hand through the bars and caught hers. Tears fell down her face.

'It's ok,' I said. 'It'll all be over soon, ok' she looked at me worried.

'Did you fill out a statement?' she asked me.

'I told them what happened. You didn't sign anything did you Darl?' My brow furrowed and tears welled in my eyes as I looked at her face fall.

'They said it was what I said.' she pleaded with me, she knew what she'd done was wrong.

I pushed her hands down.

'It was in Thai Darl. How could you sign something in Thai?!' My voice panicked, breathing increasing as my eyes widened.

'I didn't know. Please Alice. They told me it was what I said!' There was a pause 'What's going to happen to us?'

'I don't know.' my lips trembling. 'I don't know what you signed.' my voice high.

The guard pushed her away, I grabbed for her hand again, and we held on for as long as possible, and then there was just the silence again. 'Fuck!' I screamed throwing my hands in the air.