The slow clinking of wood against metal bars indicated that Dragon was on the rounds again. Soon, he would pass this cell too, making sure that all were diligently suffering as they should. Every cell silent within its own wards, every cell a place of a recluse.
It was two months ago I guess, when the realization hit. I am in a prison. Three bare walls, a table, a chair and a creaky bed completed the world. The metal bars offering the only awareness of the outside world and at every instant, a reminder, of being imprisoned.
The Dragon, was the chief warden. He breathed fire, or something equally foul. His words always managed to instill fear in all. But he rarely talks to me. I have never tried to escape.
I like it here within the three walls. The three walls of fear have become my three walls of fame. Blank, like a clean slate, I look at these walls and I want to be like them. Stoic, Bare, Unfeeling, Strong, White!
The day I become a wall, I believe I could pass through them, but I guess I won't wish to, anymore. I like it here already. Three meals at quarter past of three hours. Dragon making its rounds at half past every hour. The huge clock of the Prison Clock tower, indicating each hour gone as the bells toll. Its like being trapped in a mindless loop of reliving each day.
But something is different today. The Dragon has stopped at my cell.
"Someone here to see you", He said. Almost Gently.. as if he was unable to shout at me.
I got up from the bed to look at him, and noticed the metal bars had gone. There were the three walls, the Dragon and the world beyond .
"Who?" I asked hesitantly, as if my voice had forgotten how to form words.
'Dragon only proceeded to put handcuffs on me and escorted me away. Away from my home, away from my walls. I felt exposed.
Unknown eyes staring at me from every corner.
I just kept following Dragon. Soon he had taken me out. Out and there was a Sun again.
Bright like a shining star in a black sky.
A dim glow of what it used to be.
"You are being relocated back to Earth, your home has been decontaminated and you were found not-guilty."
I could only stare at him, unable to comprehend his words.
"Earth? Home?"
"Yes" he said as he nodded. "Go back home now.."
And as his strong minions pushed me down the hole. I could barely recall, what the hell was I here for?
It was two months ago I guess, when the realization hit. I am in a prison. Three bare walls, a table, a chair and a creaky bed completed the world. The metal bars offering the only awareness of the outside world and at every instant, a reminder, of being imprisoned.
The Dragon, was the chief warden. He breathed fire, or something equally foul. His words always managed to instill fear in all. But he rarely talks to me. I have never tried to escape.
I like it here within the three walls. The three walls of fear have become my three walls of fame. Blank, like a clean slate, I look at these walls and I want to be like them. Stoic, Bare, Unfeeling, Strong, White!
The day I become a wall, I believe I could pass through them, but I guess I won't wish to, anymore. I like it here already. Three meals at quarter past of three hours. Dragon making its rounds at half past every hour. The huge clock of the Prison Clock tower, indicating each hour gone as the bells toll. Its like being trapped in a mindless loop of reliving each day.
But something is different today. The Dragon has stopped at my cell.
"Someone here to see you", He said. Almost Gently.. as if he was unable to shout at me.
I got up from the bed to look at him, and noticed the metal bars had gone. There were the three walls, the Dragon and the world beyond .
"Who?" I asked hesitantly, as if my voice had forgotten how to form words.
'Dragon only proceeded to put handcuffs on me and escorted me away. Away from my home, away from my walls. I felt exposed.
Unknown eyes staring at me from every corner.
I just kept following Dragon. Soon he had taken me out. Out and there was a Sun again.
Bright like a shining star in a black sky.
A dim glow of what it used to be.
"You are being relocated back to Earth, your home has been decontaminated and you were found not-guilty."
I could only stare at him, unable to comprehend his words.
"Earth? Home?"
"Yes" he said as he nodded. "Go back home now.."
And as his strong minions pushed me down the hole. I could barely recall, what the hell was I here for?
