To Roam Free...

Chapter 1

"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so free that your very existence is an act of rebellion." I had remembered hearing that quote somewhere before when I was younger, but couldn't quite place where.

I'd like to think I heard it from my mother when I was a baby, although I don't quite think that's the case.

To be quite honest I don't remember much of anything. My birthday, my name, my family. Come to think of it, I don't know why or how I got here.

I looked around me. I was lying on a cold stone floor. Menacing walls stood proudly until you couldn't see any further. I believed I was underground, but I couldn't be quite sure.

I felt a shiver go down my spine. My eyes widened suddenly. My palms went sweaty and I was consumed by the fear that I couldn't get out. My whole body was trembling with fear now.

This room contained no window. The only source of light was a lantern that lay next to me. I knew I was alone. There was no one that could help me, and it was safe to say that if there was, they couldn't hear me through the stone.

Still, I stood up and slowly walked over to the wall, believing some had to be on the other side. I clenched my fists, and banged on the door, crying out for help. I hit the wall time and time again, praying that someone would hear. I hit that wall for hours.

Eventually, I stopped and looked down at my hands. They were bruised, bleeding and blistering. I realized I couldn't knock anymore, for fear of actually breaking my hand. My hands, I saw were mangled. I sat down, and let a single tear slip out of my eye.

But one tear, was followed by another. Soon, I was completely destroyed, weeping. Hoping this was all a dream. My tears were flowing freely, and I felt useless. A box. That's all this was. A box that I was trapped in. Suddenly, I thought to myself, think outside the box. I dried my tears and stood up.

I stood up and looked around. Someone had built this torture chamber. Someone. That meant that someone had to be watching me. Maybe monitoring my behaviour. Seeing how I'll react to the situation.

I waved and waved and screamed. Hoping someone would hear me scream. Maybe there were security cameras.

"Help! Please help me!" I cried. At least a dozen times before my throat were raw and my voice went hoarse. I was totally and utterly doomed.

I laid down on the ground and brought my knees to my chest. I wasn't crying, I wasn't panicking. No, there was no sense. Instead, I laid there, waiting for a solution. An answer to my prayers. But, I had to figure this one out on my own. And I did

I realized, no matter how beaten up my hands were, I could still kick. And so, I kicked the wall for about a half an hour before my feet resembled my hands. I just couldn't do it anymore.

I paced and paced, wincing slightly because of my feet, I thought of ways to get out. Unfortunately, nothing useful was coming to mind. I could use a rope, but the walls were too tall.

I tried to climb the wall. Stretching my arms as far above me as they could go, and placing my feet on the rock. It wasn't long before I fell off the wall, landing on my back.

I screamed in agony. I had never felt so much pain. It was shooting through my spine. Every muscle, ever fibre in my body felt pain. Earth shattering pain.

I tried to hold onto my consciousness for as long as possible, but eventually the pain was too much and it consumed me.

I started to feel so physically and emotionally drained. Everything I did was a task. Blinking, breathing, even just laying there was a task in itself. I couldn't take it anymore. I passed out. I watched as my heavy eyelids conquer my sore eyes.