“This jail is cramped.” I think to myself. I sit on my plastic bed sheet wondering how it’s going to be till I get out. Sooner or later I won’t even know what day it is. Still laying on “bed” dreaming about being on the outside and how I could have planned better so I wouldn’t have got caught. A couple hours go by and I hear a loud bang on my cell. “Lunch Time!” the officer yells as he slide open the door for my lunch tray. The officer sets down my tray and walks away. I get up from my bed and walk to the door.   “Bologna sandwich again?” I say out loud. I take my tray and go back to my bed. Everyday feels like it is on repeat. Same Breakfast, same lunch, same dinner, same curfew, same bed, same cell, same officer! Every day is the same. I have to get out. There’s got to be a way. I sit and think of a way of getting out. It seems impossible. Nothing seems to be working in my head. Hours pass as I’m still thinking of how to escape. “Lights out!” the officer shouts. It’s time to go to sleep so I will worry about my plan in the morning.
Morning came sooner than I thought. I awoke from a nightmare I had the previous week. The nightmare is me getting caught again after being freed and each time it gets worse. As I lay in my bed pondering on the thought of my plan, I finally came up with a plan that will most likely work out I the end. My plan is when the guard brings me my breakfast, I will eat the food then use my tray and silverware to pry open the metal cover to the manhole under my bed. I will then put my tray back by the door, stuff my pillows under my blanket to look like I am sleeping, and then I will travel down the manhole to my escape. But for now, I will have to wait.
A few hours go by and I am so excited. Finally I wouldn’t have to live out my life in a prison. Not even 2 minutes go by before I hear the guard yell “Breakfast!”  I rush to the door with excitement. I take my tray and head to my bed. I was so excited I didn’t even eat my food. I take my tray and throw the food right in the trash. I take my tray under my bed and start prying the manhole open. The cover is super heavy so I use the silverware as well to pry open the cover. Slowly the cover finally comes up. I slide the cover off the manhole and stare down the manhole. As I am staring down the manhole it doesn’t look big enough for me to fit. But I have gotten this far so I must try to fit. I take a deep breath and step down the manhole. Once I took a step into the manhole it had seemed to get wider. I start to step farther down the ladder to the manhole. As soon as I got far enough I slide the plate back over the manhole. “well.” I say to myself. “I guess this is a start to a new beginning.”
As soon as I put the plate back over the hole everything goes dark. I start to head down farther. I start to wonder how long it’s going to be till I hit the bottom. I step down one more time and slip off the ladder. Luckily the bottom of the pipeline was there to catch my fall. I stay up and start to feel around for the walls of the pipeline. These walls will guide me to the exit. I start to navigate myself towards a curtain direction. I start heading down the left side of the pipeline down a straight path. I followed this path for what seemed like forever. I start to walk towards what seemed like some voices. I hear watering dripping from the drain and prisoners talking. I try to walk a little closer but as soon as I do a motion sensor is triggered and I hear a loud siren go off. “I must hurry!” I say to myself.
I start to run. I still can’t see a thing. Sweat is dripping down my face as I’m bolting for freedom. As I’m running the siren gets louder. My heart is racing. As I take my last step I slam in to a wall. My face starts gushing with blood. It feels like a waterfall of blood is coming from my face. But I must hurry. I feel around to get familiar with my surroundings and feel what seems as a ladder. “Finally!”  I say to myself with enjoyment. I grab both sides of the ladder and start climbing. I climb higher and higher. My legs still weak from running. As I’m climbing it gets harder for me to breathe from the blood gushing from my nose. I take a few more steps and hit my head on the bottom of the plate. “Finally! I made it!” I say to myself. I push with all my might and slide the plate over from the manhole. The lights hit my eyes and I get a burning sensation on the surface of my eyes. I take a minute for my eyes to adjust to the sun. I couldn’t believe what I saw. It felt as if my heart dropped in my chest. The path I took in the pipeline lead me right in front of the police station. Officers were standing outside waiting for me. I hear muffled voices yelling at me. I couldn’t understand what any of them were saying. Nothing was processing in my head. I stepped out of the manhole and the officers pull me to the ground. “Hands behind you head!” the officers yelled. My hands started to feel restricted from the hand cuffs. Once I heard the hand cuffs click. I knew it was all downhill from here.
Officers picked me up from the cold, dirty ground. “Before we take to jail we need to get you checked out for your injuries.” The officer tells me. He starts to walk me to an ambulance standing by. The nurses in the ambulance open the back door. They pick me up and put me on a stretcher. The nurses close the door and I feel the ambulance start to move. Once the ambulance started to move the nurses started cleaning my face and asking me a bunch of questions. My mind still numb from what is going on, answers they’re questions blindly. About 20 minutes go by and we finally get to the hospital. The nurses open the doors to the ambulance and pull me and the stretcher out. The nurses push me into the hospital where I was greeted by a doctor. The nurses push me into a open room and close the door. “Mr. Guzmán?” the doctor ask me. “Hi! I’m Dr. Phil. I will be your doctor for this evening. First off we need to get some x-rays to see the damage. The nurses come back into the room with a wheelchair. The nurses help me into the wheelchair and start pushing me tow3ards the x-ray room. It takes about 15 minutes for the whole x-ray process. The nurses push me back into my room and shut the door. The officer who arrested me earlier was in the room with me to keep an eye on me. I sat on the hospital bed for what seemed as forever. The doctor comes in with some black and white silky pictures in his hand and his clipboard filed with notes. “You have a fractured nose, a fractured ankle, and a busted lip.” The doctor explains. The nurses treat me for my injuries and then the officer starts pushing my wheelchair towards his car. The officer opens his car door and slowly puts me in the car. The officer finally gets in the car and we head off. The car ride there was getting longer and longer. I got suspicious. “Officer. Where are we going?” I asked him. “There has been a change of plan. You are going to Altiplano. The most secured maximum security prison in Mexico.” The officer replies. I was shocked by what the officer told me. My life is over. The car ride there took us more than 2 hours. We finally pull up to the prison where I’ll be living for the rest of my life. The officer gets out the car and opens my car door. He carefully helps me out of the car. He escorts me to the front desk of the prison.  “Mr. Guzmán’s cell is ready.” the lady at the front desk tells the officer. The officer then proceeds to escort me towards the secured prisons. The officer takes me to this very tiny prison cell with a mattress on the floor and glass walls. I walk into the cell and I hear the door to the cell close. *Slam!* It’s all over now.