I kneel towards the stained, brick walls. The water drips from the tarnished sink in tune with my heartbeat. My body aches but my mind roams other realms, regardless of every shock.

When will I be released from this cage, enhanced with these sturdy prison bars and your typical rotting body stench? Am I forgotten, left to die, a relic of existence? I await my trial, my retribution. What if this is my sentence-to be left isolated with my invading thoughts, echoing through the walls, threatening to never die. To never leave. Forever.

I occasionally hear a new instrument joining the solitude: footsteps and murmurs adding to the ominous melody, but no. Nobodys coming. It’s all a fragment of my imagination-a game my mind plays to entertain itself-torturing me.

When I first arrived in this cell, I cried. How foolish of me to think someone cared of my distress. I screamed, I yelled. I moaned but my thoughts were all that responded to my vehement cries. “No one’s coming for you.” they’d taunt. “You will die here.” has remained the script of my nightmares.

I no longer persist to hold on to hope, to my future, for there is none. My thoughts are the only thing holding on now-to my family, my companions, memories and tears. It was all evicted by one act against authority. I have destroyed myself, my future-my destiny now is to become a relic of existence. I will forever lay here, not dead nor alive. “Dead, but not privileged to die. Alive but as good as dead.”

                            ***

“Mel! Mel!” I hear another thought singing a rather cruel melody; It’s loud, familiar, promising a long forgotten hope.

“Come on, where are you?” Why is it so loud?

“MEL!” A sudden shock of electricity awakens me, I look over to the prison bars and I see…

“A-”

“Shhhh!” he hissed. “I’m getting you out of here.”