The Journal of A Criminal.

November 8th?, 2000

   I could remember her face when I slept. I could feel the warmth of her skin against mine. I could feel the love radiating from her, until I moved. When I moved, I felt a huge pain shoot up from my backside. It left shudders throughout my whole body. And then I realized what has been done to me.

   Hate burned in my heart. I felt like an animal. I was furious. For a moment I was willing to give up, because of how easy it was for them to use me. But now I wanted to see all of them die. For what they did to me, and for what they did to her. I refused to be weak ever again. I couldn't. I had to avenge her. I had to. I couldn't let this weakness consume me. I need to stand. I need to push against all aggressors to reach the next level of my life.

   There was voices just beyond the door, or what I could presume as the door. I wasn't sure what kind of door it was, but it seems as if it was the only way in and out of this imprisonment. I didn't move, I could hardly even here myself breath. If I could, I'd even force my heart to stop pounding in my chest.

   The language of what they spoke was of English, but their voices was too muffled for me to hear exactly what they were saying. I listened as the sound of their footfalls of them leaving the front of my compartment until the gentle thud ceased to exist. Quickly, I stood up. There was nothing but darkness, but I refused to believe there was no way of escape. I had to map out this room in something blacker than night. This was going to be my territory.

   I walked in the direction of door as far as the chains would allow me. I counted 12 steps. If I was to outstretch my foot about a step in a half I hit what I believed to be a door. I found out by going leftwards and rightwards that the room is longer than it is wide. I kept pacing, in every direction. Understanding how many steps it was in every angle. Eventually I was confident that I could walk this room with my eyes closed. I felt my knuckles, they were so soft and squishy.. Besides the bone pressing against the skin. I was in no shape to fight off those men. But everything I loved counted on it.

   My eyes slowly became heavy, and I could feel her fingers loosely against my back. I heard her whisper her name into my ear, as I slowly fell against the wall behind me.. I felt the concrete slide up my back as I slowly fell down closer to the ground. For once, I felt like I had a chance. I don't remember ever touching the floor, only to drift off into our world. A world only her and I knew that existed.