She's Imprisoned

The Girl on Tv

I watched the girl on the monitor through the cold room filled with dust and disappointment, trying, wishing even that I could be her. The tapping of feet from my neighbors dungeons of despair pounds in on my head as I sit and watch her live the life I should have lived.

I was never proud of the things I had done but neither was anyone else here. We all knew who we were, we were the problem. The rusty bars surrounding me dragged me down with them to the dirty ground where I belong. Sinking back into my layer of fabric that protected me from the wooden frame, I stared into the screen, to see a girl happy as can be, or at least happier than me.

"I'm sorry," the girl on screen whispered to a very attractive boy about her age standing across from her.

"WHAT!" I screamed, "NO SAY YES."

"Okay," sweat dripped down the boys face as he dropped the poster down that said "HOCO?" in large glitter letters.

"SAY YES MILA!" I shouted at the screen. I peered through the bars to see the guard glaring at me as he stared at my monitor along with me.

"David, it's not that I don't want to go, it's just that..." the girls voice trailed off. I watched anxiously leaning forward on the cot. I had been watching Mila through my monitor for over 5 years now, I knew that MIla wanted nothing but to be with David, but for some reason everytime she was given the opportunity she said no. And with the trailing off of her voice she ran off.

"MILA NO!"

The usual daytime guard Stan came over to my cell and stared at me with the same blank facial expression he always had. With bags under his eyes and drowsiness in his voice he said, "You get too into her life Kayla."

"I'm sorry," I replied, "I get bored easily, this is all I have." Thanks to the government everyone of us "problems" were forced to watch someones regular life everyday just to make us hate our lives just a little more. It wasn't even the fact that they forced us to watch these people day to day, It was the fact that they violated their personal privacy because today no one has privacy

The most painful part was watching her every single day make decisions I know she shouldn't make.

I watched as Mila ran to the corner of a tall building and cried, she was there everyday so all I could do was assume it was her school. I wanted to see inside her head, I wanted to see what was going on. And most of all I wanted to help. I just couldn't do it, I couldn't not know her and yet I did.

The salty tears dripped down her face she tried to cover while she pressed her back against the wall. I felt my eyes water up and apparently Stan saw it too because he was provoked to mutter, "You can have the heart to sell out on the street but you also cry when a girl rejects a homecoming proposal?"

I glared at him, any mention of my crime made me angry beyond belief. Because my crime wasn't just a crime, it was what made me a "problem". I was the woman parents warned their kids about, I was the woman wives begged their husbands to stay away from, and yet I was the woman who had the heart to do all of this for one simple reason. A future. A future which I could clearly no longer have but that didn't matter much to the extent that once I was out of here I was going to be a professional collector of finances and conveyer of nourishment. Otherwise known as working at Mcdonalds for the rest of my life.

I chuckled uncomfortably in fear of what Stan may do. "I guess I just wish I could live a life like hers." I want to be young and it high school again. I guess almost any person over the age of 18 could say such a thing but it was a little different for me because high school wasn't a time of carefreeness like most people would say. High school was a time of not being imprisoned by my mistakes, and that was a lot better than being in prison I would have to say.

A ringing of a phone came from the screen. I jolted my head back over to the direction of the monitor to see the girl who I had grown to understands name was Milla, picked up her phone with a brief "Hey."

The phone was loud but I couldn't quite make out what the person on the other end was saying, just mumbles.

Milla quickly got up, stumbling a little but she didn't fall, "Yeah just hold on, I'm inside," she paused for a moment, "Yeah I'm coming, I'll meet you by the entrance." Milla pulled open a big door close to wear she had been sitting and started running through the hallways with a backpack hanging over one shoulder. The thing about watching someone's life like this is that you see every step the person takes, every single step, you are there, watching.

"Do you think she knows?"

"Knows what," Stan murmured.

"That she's being watched."

"Of course she does, but she doesn't know by who."

And that's what terrified me the thought that a complete stranger is seeing your life and there is nothing you can do about it. And not just a stranger, a criminal stranger. That's who I was I wasn't just a problem I was a criminal. I sold on the street and got caught, ever since the day I first sold I was a criminal. I was the problem in our world 

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