I gazed across the
room in despair, I wanted something that
I could never get...The feeling of being closed in was becoming something I
couldn't shake off…
My frustration grew
as waves of despair rolled through me...I didn't know what to do, where to turn
and what would be…I was helpless and bound…bound not by ropes but by words and
trust...
I heard footsteps
echoing down the corridor...the voice grew closer… I had to control...and
compose myself...and not let the tears that threaten to flow , escape…
Moments passed and I
struggled to think of something pleasant...I closed my eyes and fixed a smile
on my face as I walked across to greet
that voice...I hoped that my face did not betray my thoughts as I struggled to
keep my voice steady and hands from wavering.
I had to
present a cheerful facade. He was not to
suspect that I was upset. I had to get him away from here where even the walls
would hear what I had to say to him. I had to tell him, of what I had learnt,
of what I suspected, the treachery…
I tried to move
toward him naturally and waved toward him as if nothing were amiss. He seemed
flustered and was running toward me. I strained to make out what he was saying
but now I could hear footsteps behind me as well.
I felt a sudden jolt
and something heavy hit me...I tried to turn but the hold I had on myself was
slipping… The blackness seemed welcoming and I let myself sink into oblivion...
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