The night of April 19th, I went to the airport to wish my dearest friend, Charles, luck for his new life in Toronto. The same night, I found out that god had snatched away my grandmother. I had lost the two people that night. I felt abandoned.

The same feeling aroused in my veins now. The feeling of being alone.

I forced my heavy eyelids to unlock and felt my damp hair resting against a rusty cement floor. My head jerked up and I felt my dry hands reach my face to rub against my eyelids violently.

My pupils consumed the blurry sight and gifted the sight of metal bars. I was inside a hollow cube of concrete of some sort. A prison cell.

Great. I was now a fugitive.

In prisons, I've heard that people loose the last threads of sanity that they cling to. The darkness and the ceiling of the cell whispered in my ears of the beating it planned to give me.

Suddenly a muscle in my eye twitched as I noticed movement. I wasn't alone. There was another creature in the cell with me.

My body reacted like there was a gun to my head. My muscles were frozen in place but filled with such a tingling pressure I wanted to run until my body was empty – put as much distance between myself and the creature as possible.

My head cautiously twirled around and there it was- a little rabbit, staring at me with emerald eyes. A breath of relief left my mouth as my body swung into its direction.

"Cathy jeep guory!?" Without warning the young rabbit darted towards me from the darkness. That rabbit just talked to me. Am I going insane? I must have hit my head too hard. Out of all the crazy creatures that I could have been imprisoned with, it had to be a bunny.

In that instant my skin became greyed, my mouth hung with lips slightly parted and my eyes were as wide as they could stretch. I could just imagine the sparks in my brain, desperately trying to connect the dots and instead just causing a short circuit.

I found myself gnawing the inside of my cheek, and soon I tasted blood fill my mouth as I scraped my bottom against the cement to scurry away.

"You can t-t-talk?" I stuttered as my hands searched for support which they failed to find. A musical laugh escaped its' mouth and it raised its paw and nodded. Was she telling me to hold on a second?

I surprised myself by fearlessly nodding. Why is it tapping her wrist as if it's a device?

"Can you understand me now?!!"

It would be considered an exaggeration if I had replied yes, since I wasn't trying to understand her but rather listen in astonishment. It was quite a talent of mine to look someone dead in the eye but not hear a word they, or in this case 'it', said.

The peace shattered as her voice boomed into my ears again. "Of course, you can!"

"My name's Ivory. I'm from planet Zeig and judging by the language you speak, you must be a female from planet Earth. You see, I am a Zeigol but in language that you'll understand, I am a uhh-what-do-you-call-it-"

"Bunny," I finished for her. Her words disappeared as soon as it had appeared. Is it just me, or she really talkative?

"Ahhhh, yes that's right!" Ivory replied with a smile that stretched to her emerald eyes and I surprisingly smiled back. I was told that smiles can reach places the sun can't and warm the very soul. That's what her smile was about. A smile that invited me and made me trust her right away.

"I can change languages, camouflage, and do a lot of other things too. And I'm also gifted in navigating and tracking-"

I can't be stuck in a prison with this chatterbox.

"Stop talking, my planet is getting murdered and plus, I need to find a way out of here." I heard myself saying. It was rude of me to shut her like that, but I just didn't have the time.

"You need to help me too, please!" She pleaded with her paws pressed against each other.

"Alright so they have a lot of spaceships around here, so we could take one of those." Well I guess we were going to escape this place together. Or at least try.

"Are you crazy?" Ivory asked, pressing her lips tightly. "We're gonna get ourselves killed!"

I shrugged. "Isn't that better than rotting away in a cell?"

She straightened up and the fur on her skin stood tall as if she had remembered something.

She's acting like she just had an needle injected into her.

"What now," I moaned as I sucked in my breath and pulled my hands up to my chest.

"They're going to come get you to take you for your execution sometime very soon because you apparently hit one of them!"

I was already going to probably get beaten up in my life as karma for whacking him but I guess now I won't be alive until then. One of my stomach muscles kicked themselves causing my digestive system to churn.

I had gotten myself into trouble a lot but I never came close to getting killed. Actually I did. Quite a lot of times actually. But it wasn't execution. A small smile spat on my lip. "Then that's even better."

The plan toppled out of my mouth and her eyes widened a little more after every word. I was quite positive that she would play her part right in the absurd plan and not mix any of it up.

"This is crazy, absolutely crazy," she exclaimed. "But there's a possibility that it might be fun!"

I witnessed her mouth dancing the rest of my time in prison as if she was reciting the plan over and over again, hoping she wouldn't mess it up.

A few minutes passed, two orange creatures approached our cell.

Here goes our crazy plan- oh wait, they're grabbing my arm!

They began pulling me out of the cell with silence and force. I was tossed from the skinnier one to the creature which was more chubby, as if they were playing catch with me and locked the cell up again.

I hoped that it was enough time for my camouflaging friend to have slipped out of the cell. "Why didn't I ever think of that," she had said when I gave her the idea.

I had to perform an act of fright so that the creatures wouldn't get suspicious of my calmness.

Okay Burn, all you have to do is act scared. Why don't I just pretend to really be scared and picture my death?

The scream tore through me like a great shard of glass. It was the kind of scream that made your blood run cold. The scream came again, desperate, terrified... human. It was the kind of scream that puts every other thought on hold and roots everyone close in the very same agony.

"Let go of me you filthy aliens!"

"Please leave me!" I repeated over and over again as my legs were pounded furiously on the uneven rocky path, so they strike me in the neck to knock me out.

My lids that were drooping and leaden with sleep, snap open as violently as if I'd been woken by the raid sirens wailing. Why in the world was I getting dragged? They were a different set of the creatures and they pulled me into the centre of a golden sand pit where a pair of metal chains screamed my name into my ear.

There's a kind of tired that needs a good night's sleep, and another that needs so much more.I feel like every muscle is giving into gravity. My body needs to rest yet my mind needs it to move, to burn the anxiety right out. The exhaustion, slowly but deliberately draining my life.

The structure was very much like a sports stadium but the seats were occupied by orange aliens which cheered and roared waiting for their amusement to begin.

My eyes shot at the things on the seats. Whoa, I have an audience. A massive one.

Then it hit me. The plan. How could I be reckless enough to forget? I had to think of a way to escape before they chained me because then I would never be able to escape.

Without thinking, I jerked out of their arms since I shocked the life out of them. Before they were able to catch me again, I had to make a distraction.

"Stop right there!" I roared as my voice rose above the sacred silence. The crowd went silent and not a single noise could be heard. I had to quickly think of something to say before they drained the life out of me.

Since they didn't understand English, I could blabber on about random stuff and they wouldn't know.

Every word that left my lips were over pronounced, slicing rather than tumbling through the dry air. "Have any of you ever tried eating paper and syrup together?" I shouted, "or fallen off a cliff while singing a Christmas song? You know what you'll love talking to your boss about when you next see them? Onions! That's what!"

The creature that had captured me replied to my words of 'wisdom' with a baffled look. "That's weird," its' deep voice portrayed dull exhaustion.

"Oh shoot," I whispered under my breath.

My heart beat faster and the adrenaline demanded I run, right now, no delay. The cold chill in the air shocked my throat and lungs as I inhaled deeper, faster. At my sides, tanned fingers curled into sweaty fists, swinging forward as if it would make me faster. Thunderous footsteps followed me into the cells.

"Ivory!" I whispered. "Where the hell are you, we have to go!"

No reply.

"Ivory please, we have to go!"

Still no reply. Oh well, I'm doomed.