The Search 

Chapter 5

   As I was was lead around by the two guards we had stopped two doors in which had a plain white plaque on the door, only that one had my last name on the plaque.

" Your rooms," one  guard stated, urging me to go in the one with my last name in gold letters.

 I had entered in and received a lovely, little welcoming gift. Water had rapidly began to fill up the room that had only contained a bed and window. I quickly realized that this organization was trying to test me. I had moved the bed to see if there was an escape route. No luck. In my frustration I had flipped the bed upside down.

  The water now at my thighs I began pounding on the door, window, and walls. I start thinking if I would die here, yet I try to brush that thought aside. I notice the now upside-down bed and see that a spoon has been attached to the underside of the bed. I see what I must do.

 I take the spoon-metal and large enough to be a serving spoon for soup-and begin banging it against this dense, tainted window. Loud clangs are all that come of this. In a matter of minutes I must sit on the buoyant bed in order to keep clanging away at the window, for the danger of drowning becomes closer and closer. Adrenaline takes over as I frantically pound the window with the spoon. After what seems like hours ( In fact only three minutes ) a crack forms. Pounding at this weak spot I successfully break the widow and hop out into a yet deadlier situation.