Jurek Walter: A Short Story

I am the only on who can do it. I have to, even though I hate it. It is the only right thing to do. Jurek Walter has made too much damage in people's lifes and it needs to end now. Mikael's sister may still be out there terrified and helpless. Everyone thought Mikael was dead until he showed up not too long ago, he was supposed to be one of Jurek Walters victims. Him and his sister. If Mikael is still alive there is always a possibility that his sister is that too, and I need to find out. I need to make justice for Jurek Waltes actions. I need to find the truth. I unplugged all the sockets, threw away all the food I had in my refrigerator and turned off all the lights in my apartment. I putt on my green parka and looked at my self in the …show more content…
It almost sounded like construction-workers hammering an a piece of wood.. I quickly swallowed the bug again so nobody would see it. At that point I knew that I was on my own. Nobody could help me now and it was too late for me to turn around and go back. There was now way any of the people working there would let me out, even if I told them the truth. They would probably just think I made everything up and that this is just an attempt to get inside their heads and trick them into letting a dangerous criminal go. They started knocking on the door to my room, telling me to wake up. I went out of bed and walked over to the concrete door. It was made so that nobody could escape, unless the guards wanted them too. They opened a small part of the door so they could put on some handcuffs, before they opened the rest of the door. Two men were standing there together with a woman. One of the guys told me that they had to put fetters on my feet, while the other one bent down to fasten them. When they were done with that they guided me to a car sent from the Correctional transportation …show more content…
I did not want to think too much about it earlier, but since the time for me to arrive was getting closer, it was almost impossible. My head was repeating the rules and the plan over and over, trying to make sure everything was going to go smoothly and so I do not do anything stupid. The faster I could get information, the faster we could find the answers on our many questions. How could he continue his vicious plan, when he was locked up in a maximum security psychiatric facility? Was it even him doing everything on the outside? No one knew, and I had to find out. Stepping out of the car at Løwenska hospital I had a felling of anxiety. I had to tell myself “Don't get scared, you do have controll”. Two armed men came and started walking me inside, my stomach started hurting and I tried to stop. They would not let me. I tried again, but they just kept dragging me inside. It was time for a new body search, this time it was not as bad as the last time. Even though it was the same procedure, it felt easier to take of the clothes. I knew what they had to do, and as long as I did what they told me, it would go quick and easy. They removed the fetters from my feet and guided me to the room I had been assigned. I knew this was it. He could not get away. I would not let him. I would do what ever I needed to do to save that girl. At this moment I realized how much power I actually had and that I could get to the bottom of