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Chapter 3- Camera

Day 13

I didn't kill myself. I told myself that getting even with people meant I had to outlive them and I have far too many people to get even with. It's more fun this way anyway. The guards have given me a book to read. They thought it would keep me quiet. It didn't but that's not the point. At least I have something to do with my life now. Re read a book again, and again, and again. I'll see if I can learn it off by heart by the time I'm 50. It'll give me something to do.

I looked up at the ceiling and something caught my eye. A security camera. Prisoners are watched as well as kept now. I went and stood under it. The camera was attached to the wall and a bundle of wires connecting to it went out of a hole in the ceiling. There was a little microphone attached as well. They can hear everything too. Wonderful. I stood on my tiptoes but I couldn't reach it.

"Drat."

I went back to sit on the bed in defeat. The bed. I got off it and pulled at the frame. It moved. You could move the bed. I pulled it over to underneath the camera and stood up on it. I could reach. Yes.

"Bye!" I grabbed the wires and pulled

It came away from the ceiling and fell to the floor. I moved the bed back to its original position and sat back. I've finally got one over on them. Victory.

About an hour later two guards came in. they dragged me off the bed and handcuffed me. Then another person came in and fitted a new camera in the corner. I'd just have to destroy that two. The man who had fitted the new camera came over to me. He looked like he was in his late 60's or early 70's.

"Now you better not destroy this camera missy or you'll be in big trouble."

"I don't take kindly to being patronised." I spat

"Tut tut. You are a feisty one aren't you?"

"What were you expecting? A meek little girl who behaves."

"The guards told me that you made a quiet a fuss of being locked up but I never knew how spirited you were dearie."

That was it. I drew my leg back and kicked him in the shin with all my strength. The guards tightened their grip on my arms and one pointed a gun against my head.

"Owww. That hurt dearie."

I kicked out again but this time at his stomach. Direct hit. The guards pushed me to the ground and onto my knees. I felt another gun come into contact with my head.

The man knelt down in front of me. "You mustn't do that my dear. It hurts."

In response I spat at him. Right in the eye. If there's one thing I'm good at its accuracy. He wiped the spit from his eye and pulled a gun from his pocket. He then placed it in the centre of my forehead.

He looked at me and I smiled in response. I wasn't afraid of him or the guards. The only thing I used to be afraid of was losing my friends. Now I had lost them there was nothing left for me to be scared of.

"Go on then. Do it" I urged "Pull the trigger."

He looked at me like I was mad. If I was going to die what better way to go. My death came about because I fought back.

I saw his hand shake

"Come on then. If you're going to kill me do it."

He stood stock still. Hand round the gun. Finger on the trigger. Shaking.

"COME ON! Pull the trigger!"

"No." he put the gun back in his pocket "Release her."

The guards let me go and undid the handcuffs

"Coward." I said after him

He stopped and turned "Could you have done it? If it was me?"

"No." I admitted "I could never kill someone and if that makes me a coward." I shrugged "I don't care."

He smiled and left. I had a feeling I would be seeing him again soon. Very soon

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