The Prison of Children Everywhere

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Schools.

They're the prisons of kids.

The teachers the jailers,

the bullies the criminals.

Hard.

Unyielding.

Merciless.

Cold.

Silent.

Lonely.

Full of

unspoken thoughts.

It's a wonder how we survive

fourteen years of it.

It's a wonder

how we make friends in the midst of it.

There's nothing that is supposed to cheer us up.

Homework, grades, relationships,

it all brings us

down.

The entire day,

I don't pay attention.

Doodling in my book.

Teachers don't seem to care.

What they do care about though,

is why I'm here.

Who I am.

What's my story.

Well, here I am,

telling you my stories,

And theirs,

while the teachers beg me to play the storyteller of the day.

But I refuse.

I simply say in every class.

"I'm Tallulah Bay."

Although it doesn't satisfy anyone.

They give me curious glances,

masked as concern.

But I see right through it.

Liars.

Soren was right.

They are like hungry wolves.

Their eyes follow my every move,

they whisper in packs.

They open their mouths,

then close them again,

as if wanting to ask,

But not daring to.

So miraculously,

"I'm

Tallulah Bay,"

gets me through the entire day.

Through first and second,

break, then third,

lunch 

and finally fourth.

I don't see Soren in the school even once

the entire week.

I think I see him,

more than once

A tall boy with blond hair with bright blue eyes,

but it's not him.

maybe he's playing hooky.

maybe he's sick.

Or,

a small doubting voice says in my head,

he's just

ignoring you.

Or,

another voice volunteers,

He did what

Carina and Adam did.

Shut up,

I tell that voice.

hissing.

shut up.

Home is

just like

school.

a prison.

I suppose that it's safer.

no bullies.

The only jailer myself.

And my father.

While I anticipate for the school day

to end,

I dread what comes afterward.

That's what I feel like

Every

Single

Damn

Day.

Since the day

they

killed

themselves.

Soren never shows up.

ever.

Maybe he's too good,

to belong in this prison of children.

Maybe this prison of children is what led them to killing themselves.

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