The Lost Rose

THE PRISON

Now that I think of it, I realise that there was no one, not a single soul was present around me. I was hallucinating, the voices I was hearing, the people, the rain drops all were just a trick of my mind and that none of them were true. I was still locked in the same small room with an even smaller window with bars like a prison cell in which I had been locked up for the last 5 years of my life. I have been out of touch with the outer world all this while not knowing what was going on outside the four walls of the guarded electric fence outside my small room. I was now a girl who had her own flight of fancy because she no longer knew how the outer world had changed or whether it had even changed, whether or not her friends and family were still there waiting for her to return from her mysterious disappearance hoping that she would finally return one day. They hoped that she would come back once she changed. But to them it didn't matter that much whether she had changed, their only aspiration was for her to know that they loved her no matter what and just wanted her back. (phew! I am tired of talking in third person. Aren't you tired of listening too? Anyways.). I wasn't really sure of why I was there in this prison what harm had I ever done? I only knew that everyone feared me, even though I was at my best behaviour at all times. The question haunting my mind for all these years was a three letter word "Why? Why? Why?". My so-called caretakers always told me that these 5 years during which I was plunged into eternal loneliness was a waiting period before I came of age. But coming of age of what? I was not sure either. I only knew that people feared me terribly and the only ones who came near me where the bravest among the rest of the outer world as there was some kind of special and complicated staff selection procedure taking place when I first came here being dragged with a red silk cloth tied around my words and my hands... Actually, they didn't drag me the got me in tide up to a throne (literally a throne... I was seriously confused who would kidnap someone and still treat them as some kind of royalty?). when people came to me even though they tried to hide their fear of me it was clearly visible in their eyes. Seeing this I started to fear myself. I at times wondered if I was the same girl who used to frolic around, refusing to return home from the park.