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Trapped

You can’t escape them…they’ll always find you.

I run, and run, and run until my feet give out. Don’t stop, don’t look—don’t get caught.
I get back up and stumble towards the door.

Farther, just a little farther,” I whisper to myself.

I hear footsteps behind me, pounding, pounding, pounding. I can’t help it…I look back. Armed men chase me with rifles strapped to their backs.

Shouldn’t have looked back…

I finally make it towards the door. I desperately grab the knob and turn it. The door doesn’t open. I try again, and again, and again.

No luck.

I run my hands through my knotted hair and slump against the door. The men are getting closer. They’ll catch me any second now.

Great, one more month trapped here.

My vision blurs and everything falls apart. I feel hands grab me and pull me to my feet. Before I get dragged back into my cell, I hear someone whisper, “Maybe next time…”

Break Free

I wake up to the sound of screams, screams that echo off the walls. I cover my ears with my hands, hoping that somehow it will help. It doesn’t.

Ring! Ring!

The ear piercing alarm goes off. The doors open. Hundreds of people run out of their cells. I get up. I don’t run. There’s no point.

I walk out of the prison and into the courtyard. Sunlight immediately blinds me. I look around and see all of the other prisoners hopeful and nervous. There are guards everywhere so that we can’t escape. An electric fence lies beyond them. Then lies the wall. The wall is at least twenty feet high and surrounds the prison.

”Okay everyone, who wants to try today?” a guard asks.

Everyday at 1:00 they let prisoners try to break free. But no one has ever made it past the fence. No one.

Today is the day I get to make history. Today is the day I escape. Today is the day I will be free.

I raise my hand and walk forward. I hear people laugh and snicker.

He narrows his eyes and raises an eyebrow, “Again?”

When I nod he says, “Okay then, you know the rules, you do anything you can to escape, and we do everything we can to prevent you from escaping.”

When I nod again, he leads me towards a grass field where I will start.

I inhale, then exhale.

“Ready…..GO!” He shouts.

I smile. I am ready. I will not fail again. I won’t make the same mistake. I am stronger this time.

I start sprinting towards the fence—towards my freedom.

The Phantom’s Lair

I walk down the long, dark, everlasting halls that are lit with torches. I finally reach a set of doors—doors with an unusual pattern of swirls and curves. I run my hands over the pattern.
Creeeeaaaak….the doors slowly swing open.

I gasp. I am looking at a room with crimson walls, and a glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling. I see a brown couch in the center of the room facing a large t.v. A mahogany bookshelf is sitting in a corner. Everything is so fancy, so old—so elegant.

I walk through an opening to another room which looks like a bedroom. A king sized bed is in the center. A large mirror hangs from one of the walls. A manikin is beside it wearing a black suit and a white mask.

I see another small room—a closet. I nervously walk towards it, afraid of what lies inside. Masks, suits, and costumes fill the closet. One in particular catches my eye. My old dress that I wore when I was in the Phantom’s opera! My eyes widen.

“Christine…” a raspy, low voice whispers by my ear making me shiver.

“It has been too long…” the Phantom whispers again, his breath hot against my neck. I feel something sharp against my neck.

“You left me…”

My eyes widen. Then I scream.

Caged

I walk down the long, everlasting hall with my hands bound by chains. There are two men on either side of me holding me up by my arms. Clank, clank, the chains binding my wrists click together. The only sound that I can hear besides my heartbeat are heavy footsteps.

The smell hits me first. The awful stench of blood, sweat, and fear.

We finally come to a giant pair of metal doors. One of the men walks forward and pushes the doors open. The screams. Inside is a giant room with at least 100 cells. Most of them are filled but a couple are empty. The two men push me in and lead me to the back of the room where there is an empty cell. As we walk by, people mutter curses and glare at me.

I glare right back.

I finally get to an empty cell and I am being pushed into it. The door closes and I hear it lock. My eyes widen and I rush to the door, grasping the bars. I push and pull but know it’s no use.

“The master will be with you shortly,” the men say in unison. Weird.

Minutes have passed and the men have left.

“Why are you hear?” a high pitched voice asks in the cell next to me.

“I attempted to murder the king.”

Alone

“Fear can only grow in darkness. Once you face the light, you win.” ~Dr. Steve Maraboli. 

I sit on the roof of an abandoned building staring down at the children who are laughing and singing. What is it like to feel happiness?

The full moon shines brightly against the dark night sky. I forgot the feeling of happiness and love ten years ago. No one can see me, because to them, I’m invisible, a ghost all alone in the world. I’m only here because of my brother’s sacrifice. He believed that I deserved happiness and he hoped that I could find it. Well, he was wrong.

I can feel my mind slowly fading away. It gets worse every night. The children below me laugh and call out to one another. I look down to see that they have gathered on one side of the field and are now gathering small flowers. Sometimes I feel alone, so alone that I completely shut down. I  stare blankly at the chipped, white wall. But it doesn’t matter how I feel or what I say to myself because it only gets worse.

The children laugh again, pulling me out of my thoughts, but only for a second. They can face their demons because they have people who love them and help them. But also hurt them. They don’t know that sometimes it’s better to be alone so that no one can hurt you. That thought slowly fades away.

Unlike them, I can’t face my demons. I’m alone in this world. 

The Calling

I run through the forest, weaving through trees and jumping over fallen logs. I can feel my heart pounding against my chest. Run, run, run, my instincts scream at me.

They can’t find. I won’t let them. I will not be a prisoner again.

Once I think I lost them, I come to a stop. I look around and see trees as tall as mountains and leaves of every shade of red. I hear the sound of water so I follow the sound.  As I walk, I hear the leaves crunch beneath my feet. I finally see a small stream so I kneel down to wash the dirt from my hands.

Snap.

I hear the sound a twig break behind me. I spin around just to find an elk about the size of a small van staring at me. Time stops and the forest fades away as I look into the elk’s big, brown eyes.

One, two, three seconds pass by.

The elk’s ears twitch slightly and then it suddenly turns and leaps away. I release the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. I then feel something sharp against my throat and I struggle to breathe.

“Found you,” a deep voice whispers into my ear.

Flight

“You will stay in the castle dungeons until you decide to cooperate

Cooperate.

The word lingers in the back of my head. They put me in here a week ago. They keep me blindfolded so I can’t use my ability. Everyday one of the king’s men come in to see if I had changed my mind. No.

My parents passed away five years ago. I suppose this is a good thing. The king can’t hurt  anyone I care about. He can’t break me, and without leverage, he can’t control me.

I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. They stop in front of my cell. “So what will it be today, Aileen Silver?” A guard asks, “Will you join the king or stay in the dungeons until you decide to cooperate?”

There’s that word again. “I’ll stay,” I say as I lift the corners of my lips, slightly.

He growls, “Well today is your lucky day, the king has requested to see you.” I can practically see him smirking. I tilt my head up a little smiling at him even though I can’t see anything except for darkness.

“Great, what time shall we meet?”

“Now”

He carefully untied the rope binding my hands and feet together. He pulls me up until I’m on my feet. He guides me forward and up the stairs, not bothering to stop even when I stumble. I hear the sound of doors open and I am being pushed. Someone forces me onto my knees and ties my hands again. Slowly, the blindfold comes off.

I look up and find myself facing the king.

 

Darkness before Light

I sit in the corner of a cell. A small cell with a small twin sized bed with plain, white sheets. Brick walls all around. A cell that has no windows or ways for light to get in. There is only one metal door that has several locks on the outside.

A cell.

My cell.

I sit in the corner hugging my knees thinking of what it would be like if I hadn’t got caught. They put me in here, two hundred and fifty seven days ago because I am one of the few people in this world who have an ability, and for that I am dangerous to the society. They have people in white lab coats come in every now and then to take a small amount of blood from me. My ability is especially dangerous because my ability is survival. They can’t kill me. I’m a survivor.

Click.

Click.

I hear the locks on the door open.

Click.

The door opens and I see two men come in. That never happens. Never. Maybe they’ve found a way to end me. Kill me.

 

I smile at the thought.

Let them try.