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I woke up in an eery place completely consumed with darkness. I rubbed my eyes with my fingers to see if something was wrong with my vision. I tried to be very quiet and listen to see if I could hear anything, but in all my desperation to find answers there was only silence. I felt so alone. "How long had I been here?" I thought to myself. The voices in my head almost audible compared to the stark silence that encompassed the room.
I crawled waving my hands in front of me to make sure I didnt hit my head on anything. Thats when my hand hit some kind of metal structure. I crawled closer to it to rub my hands on it and feel it further so I could get a better idea of what was in front of me. It was metal, and cold. They were all aligned with eachother cylindrical in shape and they went up even further than my hands could reach, even when I stood. It was clear they were metal bars, like the kind that hold prisoners in that were serving a life-sentence. I tried to imagine what could have possibly happened to get me here.
Was there anyone else here? I hear myself say hello but in the stillness I heard no one speak. I was alone and seclusion was my consequence handed out by my captors. I try to think if I had any deep secrets hidden within that would cause such an action as solitary confinement to keep me in silence. What story could I tell that someone would go to all this trouble to keep me from telling it.
Sooner than I can finish that thought the bars move in closer. I try to explain it in my mind, but soon I realize that this prison that is surrounding me isnt real. Its in my mind. Its the place Ive always kept the real me. Locked up, so the world can never know who I really am. A mental breakdown blurred in chaos and confusion. Its my own story I can never tell. Its my own secrets that can never be known. I now look at my dark silent prison as a place where I am safe. It is my santuary of peace and solace. I now look at the bars and realize they arent keeping me in, they are keeping everyone else out.
I crawled waving my hands in front of me to make sure I didnt hit my head on anything. Thats when my hand hit some kind of metal structure. I crawled closer to it to rub my hands on it and feel it further so I could get a better idea of what was in front of me. It was metal, and cold. They were all aligned with eachother cylindrical in shape and they went up even further than my hands could reach, even when I stood. It was clear they were metal bars, like the kind that hold prisoners in that were serving a life-sentence. I tried to imagine what could have possibly happened to get me here.
Was there anyone else here? I hear myself say hello but in the stillness I heard no one speak. I was alone and seclusion was my consequence handed out by my captors. I try to think if I had any deep secrets hidden within that would cause such an action as solitary confinement to keep me in silence. What story could I tell that someone would go to all this trouble to keep me from telling it.
Sooner than I can finish that thought the bars move in closer. I try to explain it in my mind, but soon I realize that this prison that is surrounding me isnt real. Its in my mind. Its the place Ive always kept the real me. Locked up, so the world can never know who I really am. A mental breakdown blurred in chaos and confusion. Its my own story I can never tell. Its my own secrets that can never be known. I now look at my dark silent prison as a place where I am safe. It is my santuary of peace and solace. I now look at the bars and realize they arent keeping me in, they are keeping everyone else out.
This short story is about a prison of a different kind.
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