In this trunk, suffocating and cruel, I am locked in a cage never to be seen. I have no idea what will happen to me. I would rather die than stay in this trunk for a lifetime. It all started when I was suddenly stuffed in here by a person with no identity.
Why can't I break free?
Why can't this horror story end?
In the back of my mind this won't end soon enough. There are many ends to my tale, but many aren't in my favor. Every minute and hour I die a little inside. Hope is slipping through my fingers. Never would I wish this on anyone. My unknown person won't come back; they will let me rot. I need to break my chains; break free from this cell. I need a way out. As I probe the cramped area around me, I discover something unusual. There is an object sharp and pointy, right next to my tied hands. I have to cut and cut, before time runs against my train of thoughts. I think I see the light, but no. Instead of the light, it is the person with no identity coming back for me. This time I must fight.
This unknown person didn't give me time to finish the deed I started. My hands are free, but I am bleeding heavily from my wounds. I thrash at this unknown person, this unknown person laughs with amusement. What have I become in this trunk it has stuffed me in? Falling to the cold and hard ground, I weep with no hope. My insides are annihilated with nothing but sorrow and no hope in sight. I have been desolated by this unknown person.
Suddenly , the thought of this person crippling me with all this sorrow and self doubt enrages me. Something has been sparked from within my desolated body. I rise to this unknown person's competition once again. This time I will win. I have to stuff this unknown person in the trunk and put it under lock and key. For this person is life, and I must fight back no matter how consumed I am.
