My Cold Days

Ch. 2

I was taking a leisurely stroll throw a grassy meadow. The sun was up and bright. Clouds were slowly moving across the beautiful blue sky. Birds were chirping and bees were buzzing. Deer roamed free. Even little puppies were at play, rolling around in the grass. The flowers were blooming, revealing all sorts of colors and shapes. Hundreds or maybe even thousands of sunflowers were put together like a puzzle to form the shape of a heart. Dandelions were spread throughout the whole field. I sat on the ground, picked a dandelion, and watch as it dissolved in my hand into the wind. I heard a beautiful sound that made me happy. I looked up to see people of all races, shapes, and sizes playing together and making music. A smile grew on my face.

I stood up and merrily walked toward the group of people. Once I drew near all the children ran toward their mothers terrified. I was confused. All the parents began to shout at me. One specifically called me a monster. I backed away from all the people as the sky began to darken. It thundered and lightning started striking the ground. All animals surrounded me. I ran and ran until I tripped over a rock. I rolled down a hill. I soon realized the dark clouds were only above my head. As I struggled to get up as lightning thundered. Before I could react I was hit.

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I woke up heavily panting. It all felt so real. Maybe because it had already happened once before. I put those awful thoughts out my head and stood up. I crept toward the gray bricked walls to take a peek outside to know what time it was. There was still daylight, but it seemed to be late afternoon. I hated doing this when I took naps, because I also saw our terrible world. Half the land was scorched when the other half was covered in snow. Only a small portion of the world is grassy, or so I think. It was like that before my arrest, now it might be gone. Again, I put thoughts such as those out of my head.

I turned around to see my tray from my food earlier was still in my cell. I was confused because normally a vigil slips their hands through the tray slot to grab the tray within two hours. Perhaps I was asleep for a shorter amount of time than I had previously anticipated. Maybe the vigils were just running late. I rolled my eyes at such a ridiculous thought. It didn't hurt me at all in any way. I'm acting moronic I thought to myself. I don't believe myself to be stupid though. I always went to school and achieved excellent grades and awards. All people, even though I was different, excepted me back then. Well, everyone except my family excepted me. My parents never even touched me. They thought I was dangerous and horrid. They were right.

I paced back and forth wondering what I should do. My mind, after a series of thoughts, wandered to my possession. I tiptoed to the crack in the wall and grabbed it. My locket. Oh, what a beautiful locket it was. I opened it and fell into sadness as I looked at the picture I side. My parents. They never held me as a baby. They never even touched me. They hardly spoke to me. They never showed up for school ceremonies. They never helped me with anything. They never loved me. Yet, for a reason I can't quite comprehend, I loved them. I loved them for feeding me, sending me to school, and clothing me. I now know it was things they needed to do as my legal guardians. Even though I now know that, but a feeling like that could never go away.
   

 My mother was a woman of beauty. She had long flowing brown hair and brown eyes, nothing like me.  She was tall and had a beautiful curved body. She always dressed in a very serious manner. She wore fine jewels and gold. My father received high pay in his job. No one ever told me what his occupancy was, though. I assume it was some sort of position with a company.  He was a strong man. He had short, brown, messy hair. His eyes were blue. I sat down on the floor, just.... staring at the locket. I was soon deep in thought about them. Before I even knew it the sun was setting. I could tell because the rays of sun light were fading away in my room and the light bulb that hung from the ceiling was lit. I noticed guards still hadn't taken my food tray. I stared at it without even realizing I was still holding the locket.

    Suddenly the door in my cell opened up. I was startled and dropped my locket on the floor. Once again, I forgotten about it. 

A vigil I was unfamiliar with popped his head into my cell and spoke in a low voice, "We apologize for any worry you may have had. No vigils were available for picking up the trays for reasons we can't disclose." I nodded my head in understanding. The vigil bent down to grab my tray but looked up at my locket on the ground. 

"What's that?", he barked at me. I quickly looked at my locket with my eyes then looked back at him. 

He walked over to grab the locket then told me, "No outside belongings are allowed in the prison." He went to grab the chain of the locket, but in panic I grabbed the locket. He pulled on it trying to get it loose from my hands. Even though I knew I should've let go I couldn't bring myself to do it. In an attempt to make me let go the vigil went to grab my hand. I couldn't allow him to do this, because even though I hated all the vigils I didn't want to hurt him. I let go of the locket before he could touch me and I stumbled backwards and hit my head against the wall.

     Without another word the vigil left with my tray and my locket. My head was throbbing. I knew the impact wasn't hard enough to make a gash form on my head. But there would be a large bruise there that no one could see. I was deeply sadenned by losing my locket so I decided to end the day. I grabbed my journal and decided to draw the moon in the corner if a page. I layed down on my wooden bed. I was going to miss my locket. But, maybe.... it's a good thing, I thought to myself. They never showed me any compassion. Why should I have kept thinking about them? They were probably still celebrating I was gone. I started to stare at the ceiling as I pulled my covers over my body. I imagined a small story that everyone knows. I imagined the tower, the prince, and the girl with the long hair, Rapunzel. It was a story I was told when I was young. I ended the story in my head and rolled over on my side hoping for sleep.

I started to think, eyes shut. I worried that I would go crazy in this place just like everyone else. I worried that I already was crazy. I desperately wanted to put those thoughts out of my head and go to sleep, but no such luck. I tossed and turned in bed until I determined it was useless. Instead I thought of a song in my head. I forgot what it was called but never forgot the tune or most of the lyrics. I began conjure the lyrics in my mind. Clouds floating over the sea, it's something great yes sir-ree. Mountains topple over our heads. Under the stars is where we go to bed. This is our beautiful world, but never forget me, the young little girl. 

I took a deep breath in through my nose and breathed out my mouth. I was starting to get more relaxed and ready to sleep. I kept repeating the song over and over in my head. Eventually I found the peace I needed to end the terrible day. Just as I was about to end the day, I remembered my locket. I started to cry for it was my only connection to my old life. Now it's gone forever. Instead of peacefully ending the day, I cried myself to sleep. I never saw my locket again. Just another day for me in my prison of misery.