Suddenly, I'm pushed behind the man with green eyes. He is standing protectively in front of me. I quietly lean to the side and spot my dad standing at the front door with clenched fists. He looks angry. I suddenly feel terrified about what's about to happen. I will be punished for leaving my room without his permission.
"Clark, you know this girl needs help. You have to let her go! look at her! She is incredibly unhealthy for a 23 year old!" The man with the green eyes yelled.
"NO! What she needs is to be punished for all the trouble she has caused!" Father shouted back. Then there was other officers pushing him to the ground. They were restraining him with hand cuffs.
"You will all burn in hell for this!" Father shouted as they tried pushing him through the door. He struggled to get out of their grasp, but had no effect on the officers. My father was scary when he was mad, so I stayed behind the man with the green eyes.
"It's okay. You're safe with me." The man with the green eyes said turning around and hugged me when he saw I was silently crying. Then a thought occurred to me... 'I didn't know his name. Maybe I can give him a nickname. No I think that'll be weird.' When I think this a corner of my mouth twitches, but I decide against a smile since I become more aware of the situation I'm in. I hadn't realized the man stopped hugging me and now was looking at me with sad eyes.
"Do you want to go now?" The man asked. I just nodded slowly because I've never been out of this house and I'm afraid. I don't know if I could trust this man and I don't know what is to come if I cross that threshold to the outside. Will I continue to be beaten? Starved? Or mentally abuse me like I have been for the last 13 years? I was scared of the unknown. Everyone is scared of something they don't know or understand, but when you have been living life with a blind fold and hardly know anything else besides an old chair, rope, and cheap paint, it's more than frightening.
The man with the green eyes starts to walk me outside with an arm around my waist and a firm hand in mine. I suddenly stop and turn to him. I see him looking at me with questioning eyes and asks if I'm okay. Silently nodding I point at his chest and tilt my head. Hoping he can understand me because I don't think I can bring myself to speak. He tilts his head and furrows his brow. I do it again and suddenly his face lights up with understanding.
He smiles and asks "well I guess I forgot to mention my name, huh?" I nod but I keep my face emotionless.
"My name is Nixon" He smiles one more time before we face front again and continue toward the door. I hear people outside. I hear police sirens and I feel my heart quicken with anxiety. My step falters and I turn to Nixon. He reassures me that there is nothing to worry about, but then again I am not so sure.
We finally step outside and I see people coming out of their homes. People are littered all over the street and are all staring at me. Some with awed expressions, the rest are looking at me with pity. I don't know if I like it.
For now I just pay attention to the fact that I'm outside again. Feeling the light breeze brush my face and pass through my hair. Delighted at the fact that I can feel warmth from the sun on my skin for I have only seen so much of it. Taking pleasure in the sight of nature living among the people in tranquil peace. Enjoying the sight of colors because in my captivity I truly believed I had gone color blind. I enjoy the fact that I am actually... Free.
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Ghost
General Fiction"Silence. That's all to be heard in this room of isolation. The room I have been locked up in for nearly 13 years. I was tied up in a chair so I couldn't move. Day after day. Month after month. Year after year. This has been my life since I was 10...
