Welcome to my life. This place where I am bound to the ground and walls in a corner. I have to get out of here. I need someway to escape. I've killed two guards already. Who knows how many more will fall victim? This insanity that haunts me is never-ending. The magicians locks keep me here, locked forever in the same place. The darkness closes around me, and I picture the dark alley where they found me. I can still walk my way around as if I had never left. It has been 4 months since I was taken. I wish they would let me go. I found a clip on the floor from when they took the 2nd guardians body away. The magician is a smart man. He made it so the locks cannot be picked. I've tried so hard to break the chains, but they are thicker than blood. They will never wear, rust, or even show a scratch from age. I don't understand why I can't go back to my dark alley, to the cardboard box I left behind. My home, my place to escape to, the one place I can call my own.
A contest entry
- anything decent less than 600 words. by Anonymous Shadow.
100 points, ended January 24, 2008, 26 entries
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Comments
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wow
I really Liked it, Have you read it befor in group theapy I feel like I've heard it already.

