She threw herself at the heavy metal walls. Let me out! She raged. She threw herself again against the iron walls. The obstacles of her own mind. They had trapped her. There was no way out, no doors, no windows. She curled her hands into fists and pounded on the barrier. I am the master of this mind! You can not trap me! She yelled. She stopped for a moment, trying to think, to create a loop hole to get out. No! She screamed suddenly. You can’t take creativity from me! She slammed her shoulder against the barrier imprisoning her mind. She could feel her physical body, lying unmovable while she fought this. She snarled and hit the unyielding enclosure again and again. She stopped fighting the one-sided battle and slumped down, leaning against the cold, forbidding boundary. No, no, not this. Who am I without creativity? You can’t take that from me! But her argument was half-hearted. The cold of the walls seemed to mock her, reminding her that it could take control. And it did.
