Free

The sound of water dripping on cement might be a sound that not everyone hears, or possibly the very sweat that sticks to your skin. The light bulb, hanging from just a small cord, swings from side to side lighting up an area of the room with every swing. Four walls. Four concrete walls. Like a prison I am held captive here. There isn't much room to move about, like a dog trapped in a cage too small. Every now and then I hear footsteps come and go. If I concentrate enough I can hear the screams of people being brutally murdered.

A fly. A simple organism, lands on my arm. It's red ferocious eyes staring me down, yelling at every inch of my body that I should die. I listened.

Night fall came, dinner time. The tray slides from a slit at the bottom of the door. The sound of the plastic tray on concrete was beating at my eardrums saying, "Die, just die!"

I took the silver fork and knife that was placed upon my tray, and then headed to my dark corner. With the knife in my right hand I slowly cut a smilie face along my stomach.Just centimeters from piercing my organs. Blood started to drip down from where I had just cut my skin. A smile took over my painful face. "Next. . . The fork." I took the fork shakily in my left hand and raised it to my forehead. My grip tightened. The shearing pain of happiness of steel on bone. A tear in my face was made from the top right of my head to the bottom left of my face then turned in a horizontal direction to the right. A flap of skin was left hanging. Leaving only my flesh. "Now for the finale." I told my self with confidence. Under the worn down mattress that I sleep on was a small handgun that contained one bullet in the barrel. I picked up the piece of metal and headed back to my dark corner trying to avoid the swinging light bulb. I crouched again facing the wall. Pointing the handgun at my heart I laid my shaky finger on the trigger. "Time to be free." I softly told myself with blood filling up my mouth from the gash in my face. The sound of the gun clicking was all that I heard. My soul was finally free from the cruel society that held me in their captive hands.

Free at last.

Free to be me.