She stares out the window and let hands slide down along the iron bars.
She closes her eyes and tries to think back to the time when she and her brother were playing in the backyard and how her mother was standing in the kitchen baking a delicious cake.
She tries to remember the smell of the gold brown cake but the smell of oil contaminated mud, urine and human excrement breaks her concentration.
She hears a train coming in from the distance and slowly she opens her eyes.
`Another one`, she whispers to herself.
She bends her head and squeezes once firmly in the iron bars.
Slowly her bony fingers let the iron bars of the window go.
For a moment she stays with her head down in front of the window if she is praying for the next souls who they bring in.
The door of her cell swings open, an armed soldier dressed in black, gives her the command to go.
She looks at man with big and with open eyes, he can see her sad look and despair but the man does not show any emotion what so ever.
She bends her head and all hope fly’s away whit the white dove of freedom, she walks to the door of her cell.
In the doorway she remains still and says without looking at the man, ‘I forgive you’ and then she walks into the long corridor with the knowledge that they will never see this cell again.
The soldier delegates her to the end of the corridor where several people are waiting for a large double door closed like a bunch of cows that are waiting to be slaughtered.
Behind her she hears the sound of heavy shoes that are marching up to her, it brings her back into that dark alley a few days back.
She sits in a narrow and dark alley, in the pouring rain from New York…. Bleeding.
“Is this my end?”, She thinks, and indignantly frowning her eyebrows.
She leans against the iron wall of the dumpster that’s stands against the back wall of a pizzeria.
Her hair is soaked and hangs like black frayed rope over her shoulders.
Her denim jacket slowly fills with blood that is flowing from the wound.
Dazed, she looks at the falling raindrops along the black iron fire escape.
She listens to the sound of rain that’s falling down and shatters on a few garbage bags.
She hears how two cars in quickly stop with slipping tires and blocking the only access in the alley.
The glare of the headlights causes a grim and cold image in the alley.
She hears the doors of the cars slam shut and the voices of the men who are looking for her.
Exhausted from the chase she let her head fall on her shoulder.
She tries to pull her legs towards but her jeans has too much water included what is making it become stiff.
It cost her too much of her strength and drops her leg back in the shallow pool of rainwater where she is sitting in.
She hears how the water is making a loud splashing sound when her legs hits the cold wet ground, but she doesn’t care anymore.
She has trouble breathing.
With every breath of oxygen that flows through her lungs, strengthens the pain in her chest.
She tries to suppress the pain by crossing her arms around her chest to cross.
The two police cars blocking the only exit to the street and a cop walks carefully with a drawn weapon down the alley.
The flickering of the optical signal on the roof of the police cars, reflect against the wet walls.
Slowly the image starts to fade and her eyes are getting heavier.
One of the cops has her in sight and with a drawn firearm he walks toward her.
“Here she is!, He calls to his colleagues who come running.
In the distance she hears the splashing sound that is caused by many heavy shoes coming up to her with high speed.
Instinctively she grabs at the little gun next to her that lays in a shallow pool of water.
She felt a stabbing pain in her chest as she lifts her hand, the pain is to much and she let her head fall against the iron dumpster.
Glassy she looks at the young cop that stands for her.
“Here she is, he screams, I’ve got her!
Damn, I’ve got her! “
The sound of a lock that opens brings her back to reality.
The large iron double door is opening and the sharp sunlight falls almost with a loud bang in the hall.
The sound of guns that are getting loaded cut like a knife through her backbone.
She clenches her fists but a soldier beside her is touching her hands with the barrel of his rifle.
`It will be over soon ‘, he says.
She looks the man straight in the eyes and sees the emptiness in his eyes…so cold and so cruel.
She wants to insult him for everything that is rotten and evil…she wants to scream that he is a fucker, an assehole!
But her soul is broken and the desire to fight is hard to find.
She turned her head away and bows it deeply, a soft moan is the only thing she can release and she lets her bony hands and arms, almost lifeless dangling beside her body.
The sound of shuffling feet can be heard as the great mass of people get in motion, walking into the open air.
From the corner of her eye she sees the metallic carriages of the train that had just arrived.
Hypnotized she stared at the unmarked rail cars … how wonderful that clinical and bright silver color.
`Walk!`, she hears a man’s voice echoing in her ears.
‘Walk!’ Repeated the armed soldier and he aim his gun at her face.
In a reflex she grabs the barrel of the weapon to ward off the threat.
The soldier sees it as an act of rebellion and pulls the trigger.
A sharp pain in her chest causes her body to drop the ground.
The large group of people she was in, rushes apart and looks shocked at the heavily bleeding body of a young woman who a year ago was still dreaming about a future.
She feels how her body is shaking and is showing uncontrolled movements while her vision is starting to get cloudy.
She stretches out her hand to a man who is in the group but he bows his head and whispered softly, `Sorry` as he steps back.
She’s neither alive nor dead, she lies in the mud of the camp and feels how her body is partially lift up by two soldiers.
They drag her to her final destination … `The unit`.
With her last strength she lifts her head and looks at the big iron letters above the entrance of the camp… F E M A.
`No…NO! , She thinks and she tore herself loose from the armed soldiers and ran to the gates where she, a few days ago, walked in.
With every step she moves closer to the gates, the smell of freshly baked cake is getting stronger.
In the distance she sees her brother running through the streets… she’s home.
She is finally home.