Escape Oclimpisa

1. Isolation

Lonlines and darkness. For the past eight years of my life (roughly) it was all I had known. The only face I had seen was the face of my capture, and even then it was through a murky, mold covered window. Every day, my minimal scraps of food were chucked onto the grimy pieces of slate that was supposed to be my floor. It lacked in both taste and size, but at least it kept me alive, just. At first, I was only nine and was so full of self pity and hopelessness that I used to cry myself to sleep at night ; pathetic really. However, overtime I realized how useless this habit was and how it was never going to make things any better, nothing would. The only thing I could do to cheer myself up was think of memories. Memories of how great life was with me my dad and my two brothers Michael and Shane and no invasion. After while, these thoughts became faded at the back of my mind until I scarcely remember them at all. I even began to forget who I was but then I would see the red blood stained across one of the derelict walls of my cell which made me think of my name: Rose.

My mother had picked the name as it was her favorite flower and she said that I always had rosy cheeks as a baby, at least that what my dad had always told me. She had died when I was only one and so my only memory of her was an aged painting of her perched on brick wall covered with beautiful green foliage; it was like something from a fairy tale. My last remembrance of it was as a crumpled, ash black heap being engulfed by the flames. Then it dissappeared, like everything did, like my family,friends and everything I loved. They all vanished as that thick sack was shoved over my head and I was threw into the back of a truck like waste heading for the scrapheap.8 years on and still felt like the trash thrown into that truck on that day, only I also felt rage, anger and hatred towards my captures and I knew deep down In my mind that I would make them feel the pain I had felt; I would make them suffer.