Captured Freedom- part two (standard:drama, 338 words) [2/2] show all parts
Author: Electra	Added: Aug 07 2003	Views/Reads: 2897/0	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
It's the same story line as Captured Freedom- part one

I feel captured here. Like a wild bird that was never meant to be caged.
I get no letters and send none. For what is there to say but that I am 
here? Others write for visitors, yet I want no one to see me in my most 
deplorable and agonized state. People tend to get emotional in 
instances such as those, but, as I have been stripped of my emotions, 
my understanding would be less and my annoyance more. Why can I not be 
left in my solitary corner with no predators that have come to hunt me 
down? Why will no one leave me be? They come and shine the light into 
my eyes as if they mean to cause me anguish. I should be left to die. 
It has been too long. But even those who pity me wouldn't do me that 
courtesy. I need not their empty sorrow, but if it were to kill me, I 
would gladly take that poison. I am fortunate not to have become 
someone's “playmate” yet. I have witnessed scenes far too gruesome for 
any gentle-souled person. I think they are afraid of me. It is as if 
they are beings that belong only in the darkness and I am the light. 
But why then do I feel so dark? I have not yet found a solitary 
companion of the light. It is perhaps because I am not really of the 
light, it is only a projection. Or perhaps there are none other 
witnesses of truth within these walls. There were innocents, but they 
have been made guilty. There were weaknesses, as we all have, but they 
were treated as flaws. Irreparable mistakes with punishment worse and 
further than my primitive mind will take me. I fear I will not be able 
to write for much longer. I will become mentally incapable, as many 
here already have, as I am fed to the dark ones. They fear me, but 
loathe me. My blood would taste sweet on their tongues.


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