Broken Faces

Compressed Emotion

I dared not look at the iridescent glaze coating the mirror at this point; the previous activity performed still haunting. I know better than to act like this is not happening, however, no science reference can determine whether this is possible or just me hallucinating. Surely I must not have seen the mirror magically being pieced back together. 

No. I could not have. 

Resulting that it might have been a mistake, I lift my head which was tucked underneath my arms securely, and watched in awe as the mirror was not only put back together, but, visually displayed a few images. It resembled a slideshow directed for me. Inching closer, I focused entirely on the frenzy my sister and I shared after eating as much ice-cream from the parlour. That was only a few years ago when my parents took us on a trip to Orlando. Next was a photo  of me smiling with a missing pre-molar tooth. Just looking at it had me reveling in the fear that had once crowded my senses that morning at the dentist's office. Slide after slide, my life was showed before me. All of my memories of family and friends were right here. Baffled, I continued viewing until a photo drifted along the mirror's margin. It was one, my friend Hantel, had taken as we swung from the rope swing in her yard. We would each gather and tease others with our newly learnt riddles that they tried to guess the answers to.

It was tradition. A fun one at that.

Sometimes, these riddles were so tricky, most of us just gave up after many trials. However, the accurate responses were somewhat logical. What direction did the rooster's egg roll from the top of the hill? No one would have realized that it was indeed a hen, and not roosters who laid the eggs. Remembering this, I highlighted another, which held the most confusing answer. Simply because this one had no reasonable methods of solving the situation. It reminded me more of the current situation I was in. Precisely the exact. Locked away in a chamber with only a mirror, no windows or doors; no exit. Yet, the end result proved to be quite silly. 

There is just no way. 

Scampering towards the mirror, I recalled the question vividly.It would require use of past tenses, and the answer obtained being converted to an object. 

Simple right?

The solution would have been to look into the mirror, chant the phrase 'what you see, you saw', and  with that, grab the sharp metal from the mirror and cut your way out. Following the steps with such determination, it was a bewilderment that it had actually worked.

"What the .......saw!" I announced with clear astonishment. "It worked! Ha!" 

Phew! Okay, now cut your way out.  You can't celebrate at this timely period.

With a battered body from lack of nutrients and energy, it hurt to cut through. Sleeping seemed like a great choice, but I knew that escape was my prime focus of attention. The well polished mahogany wood used to build this hostage area was rather more firm than I had expected it to be. Every segment that I had managed to divide sent a shock wave of pain and tiredness throughout my entire body.

Just a bit more. And......done! What a relief.

I had brilliantly cut out a hole big enough to pass through and with a shaky step out, I exhaled deeply.  There was no need of crying rivers now since I could now bask in the glory of no longer having to be kept in an enclosed  arena. Freedom was said to have given a true source of redemption to the slaves battling oppression, and right now, it served as an element of pure greatness, acknowledging the true rights of a person's dignity and  welfare. 

I felt free. I was free.

This freedom felt different however, like I was still caged and yet strayed to be completely set free. And to my distress, this proved accurate. No longer was I all alone and dreaming to break out, but now, here, amongst me were thousands of Jasmine flowers encircled by bright, violet wisteria vines giving a light aura to the field. Everything before me held the same colours with a pale glow on each flower. As if struck with the need to turn, I whip around and scan the perfectly defined maze wall ahead. 

"What! Oh, you have got to be kidding." I mumbled taking in a deep breath. "Is this how my life will continue? Recollecting works from my childhood. Please, if you can hear me, I do not want to keep this up. Just stop. This isn't going to work. I am starving and you do not want to see a child suffer right? Please."

Although I yelled, it seemed that every phrase bolted from my lips slipped into a world of nothingness. Here, all alone, I am brought back to the reality of the dangers which may lead ahead, yet, I am ready to fight. I shall not stay here like a wimp and discard all of the things being done to me all because I fear it. Instead I must continue on my way out even if it means I am faced with a thousand challenges. I would rather go down trying because I trust that there is a way out of this closed up, sick, world.

And thus, I stride forward effortlessly in what is meant to be a powerful stance, accepting that I am a determined girl fighting for what she wants regained. 

"Watch out maze, you don't know what you are messing with. Sure this princess is a sweetheart, but, you miss one thing. She has a very imaginative mind."