Bob

Happy Ending?

Borders, line you shouldn't cross. They are everywhere, whether it be for a piece of property or a crime scene. Crossing a border can lead to death or life. Crossing any line can lead to riches or debt. Why would one want to cross that line? Stay in the box they always said. Stay in the line. One false move can result in chaos. One miss step can take your life.

'Walk on the line sir, or do your time.' 'Walk single file line.' 'Hey stay in line!' 'Follow the rules, stay within the borders.' Colors, they make everything better. Color in the line, make it nice and neat. Be careful you getting to close to the border. 'Stay on your side!' 'This is my line, don't cross it!'

Why must these borders confine us? We are all in little cell with lines which we cannot cross. The line prevent us from leaving. Step over the line and you time is up. Every day it seem our little borders are getting smaller and smaller. We are having to move with these borders. They get smaller the more you disobey. Had you been here the first day, they would have told you.

'Your time is up, you were at the scene of the crime.' They wrapped my body up and throw me in a different cell. The chain on neck stop me from moving forward. It tighten every time I tried to reach the door. I can't get out of this place. My body was heavy and didn't response to my commands. It felt as if it wasn't my body.  Could something stop this from happening?

I was told the trial was starting tomorrow. I tried to tell them that I wasn't the one, but they didn't believe. Just because I had been there when it happen, they assumed I was the one who cause it. The door open and light streamed in. I was blinded for a moment as they put a pair of cuffs on me.

I thought I was heading for trail, guess I was wrong. The judge claim that the prosecutor had plenty of good reason on why I did it. He just gave the order to do away with me with no trail. That didn't seem fair to me, but who am I to go against the judge.

'OK class, time to show your drawings.' The kid looks up, his face full of fear. His crayon slipped, he colored outside the borders. 'Who wants to go first, how about you?' The kid walked up, butterflies in his stomach, he was shaking. He flipped his page over and showed the class. 'Oh on, that's not good,' the teacher walked over to him, 'you colored outside the lines.'  She took his paper and sent him to the office. He stayed there for years, in his little cell. Don't cross the lines they said to him, don't cross the borders.

I don't know where I am, they had put a blind fold on me as they loaded me in to the truck. I don't know why they did that it's not like I want to come back here. I landed on the cold forest floor, they just through me out like trash. I heard the sound of tires screeching behind me. Where they leaving me here all alone? I heard sound of the truck faded in the distance, guess so.

With what little strength I had I tried to break the chains. My struggling seem futile as I stated to fall. I landed on my side still struggling. I didn't know about the pound that was next to me. I started to roll, right into the water.

It filled my lugs as I tried to release myself of these chains. Yes I got one arm free. I was sinking to the bottom. I couldn.t breathe, my vison was blurry as I landed on the lakes floor. Fishes swam around me, they taunted me as bubbles spilled out there mouths. A turtle swam after a tadpoles in front of me.

Is this how I'm going to die, drowning all because I can't get out of this mess. I guess not everyone can have a happy ending.  Guess I should have stayed in the borders.