Being lonely is when you are just by yourself. You are alone. No one is there to help you if you are dying. No one is there when you want someone to talk to. There is nothing to discuss...you are all by yourself.
You are alone.
That phrase "you are alone" is the one phrase that I truly despise, but keeps taunting me continuously. I'm a social guy; I need to talk to someone. I cannot last a single day without talking to anyone. So here I am, here I will be, and here I will stay, for pretty much my entire life.
It has been 3 years so far. I am 23 years old. I do not know where in the world, what country, and what area they have taken me as prisoner.
The electric hum surrounding the metal around me is loud. The ceiling glows for light in the wide, vast room. Though it is bright, it feels dark and glum, as I wait for the brightness to actually come. Sadly it will never come. For the darkness and the sadness deep down within me is stuck in there for eternity and no man nor thing shall take it out.
It really hurts. I'm staying alone in a room 24/7 for the rest of your life. Everyone thinks that you are guilty, and that you are one of those bad guys that have influenced the world negatively. I do not deserve this. I do not deserve to be locked in a cage cell in solitary confinement, depressed, waiting for the light that will never come to me. Please excuse me for my immature complaints.
This man though. This man was a fine and wise gentleman that was very rich. I would have no reason to killing this fine man. He was my friend, a one of who I would talk to everyday. Strangely one of the masked men caught hold of me, and was wearing a blood red mask rather than the typical black cotton mask that the others in the party wore. He threw me to the ground, and put me to sleep using his strange anesthetic gas. They had all set me up into a little scheme of theirs.
Thanks to the mysterious masked men I am now stuck in here for eternity.Their black cotton masks fill my emotions with rage. Surprisingly enough, no one of the people trusted with me believes me. Not my closest friends, not my family, not even my lover that I wish so much to see again. Her feelings for me are filled with hate and anger. Evidently my self-esteem, encouragement, and incentive to do things has died out. I guess that does not even matter anymore in this small and insolent yet depressing metal cell.
The electric hum of the metal cage stopped. I hear the guard of my cell thumping across the metal stairs as he walks towards my cell with a white ceramic bowl in his hand.
"Here is your oatmeal, go devour it like you tried to do with the poor soul," the guard said.
I wanted to scream at him and explain that I am innocent, and that I am not what people see me as. I abstained myself from doing so. Apparently there is even no point of even trying. It will only bring the darkness even darker and the light even further away from me.
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"Hey honey. I missed you so much." Julia says, happily blushing.
Suddenly I see the distant room in my house catch fire. Fireballs flew across the room, lighting every valuable thing that I cherish burn. The fire isn't red, it's blue. The strange blue fire quickly travels towards me and Julia as we start to run towards the door. Suddenly, everything disappears and I am surrounded in a strange darkness. Julia isn't there anymore, my house isn't there anymore, and all I see is the bright fiery blue fire that is racing towards me, appearing as fast as a cheetah, only much slower. Its deceptive flames burn me as it quickly catches up to my body. I felt the strong tornado-like force as I am thrown to the hard solid ground.
