Freedom, Sweet Freedom.

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A/N: Well, hello there. This is my first time writing on Wattpad so there are bound to be a lot of errors . I apologize in advance for that. Criticism is always welcome, abusive words are not. Warning : This work may contain a lot of sad themes, and mention of suicidal tendencies, but I am neither suicidal nor would I want someone to commit suicide. Life is beautiful. Enjoy it. ___________________________________________________________________________________________

Have you ever felt imprisoned? Have you ever been captured? Have you ever felt chained while you are actually free? I have. It is so frightening, it is such a fearful experience. You feel as if invisible walls are closing upon you. You feel stuffy. You become irritable. You keep on suffocating. You inhale lesser and lesser and exhale more and more. This feeling, though indescribable, actually has a one word definition: claustrophobia. You wonder if you can ever escape this feeling of helplessness, hopelessness and self-loathing. You ask yourself if it is even possible to. You are free in every sense of the world, except mentally. You see the world as it is, but you are behind the bars of vulnerability, shackled with chains of darkness.

One day, finally, you've had enough. Enough of this despondency, enough of this gloom which will lead to your doom. You finally decide to take matters in your own hands. Slowly, but sturdily, you manage to break free. You have finally escaped. But before you can celebrate, you stumble. You've been bound for such a long time and have gotten so used to your chains that you have forgotten how it feels to be free of shackles. You grope your way through, on all fours. Then you grab a support to help you up. A glimmer of light shines upon your bleak, bleak world. And slowly, very slowly it all becomes right. Things work in your way for once. You make things happen. You finally think there is something that you can do right, do it correctly, without messing up. Without upsetting someone. Without making somebody give up on you. This feeling, it's one of the best in the world. Your joy knows no bounds. You did it! No more past to haunt you. No more macabre thoughts to make you depressed. No more disappointing somebody. No more deceptions. You often wonder if this is a cruel dream seen by you to escape the glum night, but you have pinched yourself enough to verify its truth. You feel joyful. And finally, finally, you stand, victorious and your head held high, a rejoicing smile on your face. The impossible has happened.


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