Alexander's Diary

The Caged Bird sings of freedom

"I just want to
Close my eyes
And never wake..."

"What ya scribbling in that book son?" His father's voice tore through Alexander's comfortable blanket of silence. His father's broad shoulder leaned his way, as he grabbed the steering wheel with one hand trying to amuse him with a half a smirk. They've been on the road for quite some time, and Alexander was trying his best to write out this trip as a figment of his imagination.

Alexander withheld his reply to his dad, snatching his blanket away from his father rudely, recoiling ever more tightly within its warming embrace; every now and then peaking his head out to give a cold, "Hugh?" The most polite way he could get across that he didn't care to make amends. His father sighed in defeat, while leaning more into his seat, begrudgingly excepting the fact that his attempt to reconnect with his son was coldy rebuffed.

Alexander's gut tightened when his father finally made a right towards an exit; he could sense this road trip from hell was almost over.

They've left Myk behind nearly an hour ago. Each dull and grey town blended into the next to Alexander. He and his father rarely attempted to stop for a break unless gas was needed. Every stop forced the reality of their destination upon them. At least on the ride there he could write out his frustration in the comforting blanket of cold silence, and youthful angst against his father. Though, he felt completely naked, and helpless at the thought of what was to come. Deep down, Alexander really just wanted to stay in the car with his dad, then eventually just go back home. Back to wrestle the demons he knew.

The dull grayness of the towns passed have crumbled away now. All that stands is evergreens as far as his eyes could see. The air felt different here: crisp, clear, Alexander briefly delusioned this atmosphere was giving them a bit more clarity. Possibly a spell of some sort; his nerves were scraping away at his gut now, telling his instincts to react, yet he remained silent, frozen in a state of fear/ betrayel. He wanted to plea to his father to turn around, tell him that he was sorry, and that he wouldn't do it again. But, he knew it was far to late to protest now.

The smooth paved road broke away to clay and gravel. Further ahead, Alexander began to see a long fence forming towards the end of their path. This was it: the wire fence that stretched out as far as the eye could see,  a small building placed within the drive way where the guards await to clip his wings.