Day EIGHTEEN : Day NINETEEN : "Prison bites" & "The end?"

Day Eighteen : January 20, 2010 : Wednesday

Believe it or not, I'm locked up in jail right now.
 "Why?" would be a good question.

You wanna know why? It's me. I'm the criminal from the other planet. I'm the one doing fraudulent acts, like spreading lies and pretending to be King Ban Ru. And you know what sucks? I'm innocent and I don't know anyone who'd back me up. I don't have evidence and I'm stuck here and I don't even know which city this is, but please Apollo, don't let it be Hielo. If I'm still in Heilo I will be crushed. I can't take failing another goal... I might just lose it....

But what do I know? I'm just a kid. I'm here to find out my limits and crap and other things like that. What the fuck am I doing in prison anyway? LEMME OUT!!!

But, hey, prison can really change a man. Or a boy, in my case. This icy, cold prison has such a depressing aura that it is sucking away every bit of love I had for Pluto when I first came here. I mean, honestly. What the pigeon am I doing here? In prison? I didn't do anything! No. More precisely, what am I doing in Pluto right now? What am I doing out here? I'm just a boy with barely enough money to live for another week! Should I even go on with this stupid journey of becoming someone in every cliche angle of the word?

But what am I saying? I'm already here. Why would I back out now of all times? It's only my third week. No.... It's already my third week. It's some sort of a record, right? At first, I thought I'd just run away and cower under that metaphorical blanket of coward shit everyone has. And who the hell is playing that harmonica? It's getting on my nerves!

Boy. It's so boring here that thinking is beginning to intrigue me... weird.

Yeah. And this is my first time in jail, too. I'm an angel. I am. I don't do mean things (or at least I don't remember).
It's my first day and I'm already beginning to lose grasp of the remaining sanity inside of me. And that's not all... I happen to be impatient (Ooh! A discovery) or maybe ignorant, I dunno. And I've already picked two fights inside. Some people here sure are touchy. Are all criminals like that? I see it in Kai an Lil, at least. Safe to say, I'm still alive. I guess I am physically able. Good for me. I'm strong!
But I'm also very stupid. Some people here have very complicated escape plans. And all I can think of is digging a hole through the ground with a spoon... which I attempted, but to no avail. The ground is ice and it cracked. I stopped because swimming is not my favourite sport.

So, like the typical, I'm dragging a cup against the metal bar, singing "With a little help from my friends" *hint hint*... The nice harmonica playing criminal (who claims to be innocent as well. Actually, everyone thinks their innocent. Yeah right.), played along, and the song has lifted my spirit a bit. I somehow made friends with harmonica dude, and he told me about his family and his crimes and stuff like that (Hey. Isn't he supposed to be innocent?)... I won't sleep tonight, though, because I simply can't. Not in a cell full of murderers.


Day Nineteen : January 21, 2010 : Thursday

Guess what? I fell asleep. But I woke up soon after falling asleep when Harmonica dude shouted at me. He was telling me to come with him to escape (Apparently, he's a genius in the arts of escaping). Yeah, wow, I'm so lucky. But then I felt sort of scared. Why? Because I'd rather be an innocent traveler, accused, mistaken and thrown to jail, than becoming an escapee.... That makes me feel inexplicably bad. So I refused. But then he dragged me with him...

He's a good guy, Harmonica dude (except, you know, he's a criminal). If I had met him in a past life, I would've been good friends with him. But we're talking about NOW, and right now we're running away from the cops. Which is strangely liberating and sends chills up my skin. Chills of thrill.

Being locked up in prison is sure as hell brain-damaging, but getting out will drive anyone completely nuts. Even I'm laughing along with Harmonica dude. Laughing about running away, being an escapee, robbing a bank, wearing a disguise, laughing about gaining illegal money with this strange harmonica-playing, escaping-genius guy who I only met, but also laughing about how guilt slips away when it doesn't.

IT BLOODY DOESN'T! I'm still an angel, just being dragged with this demonic friend of mine. And yeah, maybe I should've told him off right from the start, maybe I should've even broken his nose when we were still in the cell... But no. He's already a friend. I'm already attached. And I already gave him a nickname (Rick) because he would'nt tell me his real name. I dunno... Having someone to depend on is actually comforting in a way. Maybe I've just been alone for too long that anyone's company will do.

BUT there is good news. I was not in Hielo, I was in Es. And we made our escape to Gel, because it's the nearest city. I still have a shot in completing my goal! Now, all I have to do is go to Glace while staying away from trouble and the cops and the heavy influence of ole' demonic harmonica dude, Rick.

.... How?

That question, believe it or not, is impossible to answer (considering my current status). Of all the epic and stupid things I've done here in Pluto (which I strangely still love), the most epic-est and stupid-est is causing an avalanche. I've been separated from Harmonica dude. I've been separated from civilization. And all that happened just cause of one high note in the mountain. I hate snow right now.
So, yeah. I'm lying face down on the snowy floor of the bottom of the mountain which I was formerly standing on top of. Half-dead, half-hopeful. Maybe I fell far enough to have reached Glace?

There are snow on top of my body. I am as frozen as a dead fish and my eyes are getting heavy. I would like to keep on going, really... but my lower lip is shivering like crazy and I can see my breath. I feel my body heat escape me. I feel my life escape me....

Is this the end?