Kagamine Stories

Prisoner [Len]

Another day in hell. It's always the same old routine.

Wake up on this cement block they called a bed. Go outside. Reduce rocks to rubble. Go inside. Eat. Go to bed. Repeat.

I've scratch the years I've been here on the wall with my bare fingernails. Nine. It's driving me to the point of insanity. Today again I look out the barbed wire. I could so easily slip through it, but that's be of no use. I'd get captured again and charged with more time. Long ago had I given up about any means of escape. No hope in my dead heart remained.

I reluctantly pick up the iron pickaxe and move to the pile of rocks, the steel ball on my ankle weighing me down.

Then, a movement in the corner of my eye.

It is a girl- she looks to be my age. She is wearing a sunhat and a flowing pink and white dress. An elegant flower in the midst of a trampled garden. A lightest candle in the darkest, dampest caves. Her blonde hair blows to the side by the breeze, and I see her face. She's the most beautiful girl I' have seen in the world.

*CRACK*

A sharp sting to the back- the whip.

"Get back to work, you oaf!"

The warden yells at me for pausing. I get back to swinging my pickaxe. Though there's a fierce, throbbing pain on my back, I can't help but smile. I can go on because of her.

...

Now, I'd figured out how to communicate with her. We fly paper airplanes over the wires. She came by every day to message me through the wall. I keep every single letter she sent to me, for they gave me hope- The wonderful feeling that I hadn't felt in such a long time.

Today again, I go to the wires to meet with her.

But she never came.

...

The next day, I ran to the wall to see her again during break. This time was different though. The blond girl flew the plane over. I open it, expecting another nice message. It simply read,

"I'm leaving"

She doesn't show any signs of being saddened. I can't tell if she's hiding something. The girl turns her back to me, as if hiding something. I try to yell, but my voice is caught in my throat. No matter how hard I try, I cannot make a noise. The beautiful blonde girl walks away and fades on the horizon, And I'm left on the ground, hoping it was all a lie.

...

In my dark, damp jail cell, I look out the barred window. The night sky is full of stars. I ponder if the pretty girl is looking at the same sky right now- if she feels the same despair I'm experiencing. With the letters clutched to my chest, I sigh and gaze at the full moon.

*CLASH*

The jail cell door slaps open as if WW3 just happened. The warden and two other prisonmates are in front of me. In seconds, the two teens are on me, holding my arms back. The many treasured letters from the girl all fall to the ground, dirtied by the floor. I scream and shout, using all my strength to try to break through. I can feel my ragged cloths ripping- but they don't come off.

"LET GO OF ME!"

I'm completely helpless, writhing like a trapped snake. The warden bends down and picks up the paper planes. He stares me directly in the eyes, a look of pure evil crossing them. If the saying "eyes tell a thousand stories" is true, the only thing I saw were years tyranny.

The man slowly rips my most treasured items- my only source of hope's shredded pieces fell to the ground. I can feel my eyes watering. Sadness morphs into the most uncontrollable anger. With the strength of an angry tiger, I lash out at the warden, striking him in the face with my fist. Hard.

"S-SEND HIM TO THE GAS CHAMBERS!"

The villainous man screams, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. I know now I'm being dragged to my demise.

I'm violently thrown into the chamber- I hear the gas tanks going off, releasing the fumes into the trapped room. In minutes, I'm coughing blood. My eyes burn and water, my tears falling to the floor. I can no longer breath. I collapse against the wall, my fists bleeding from scraping the wall.

With my last breath, I finally yell out.

"I NEVER KNEW YOUR NA-ME..."