Chapter 1:

Chapter 1 :)

Prisoner of Fear

My chains rattled with my movement, my heart shook, and my body quaked. My mind was filled with numerous thoughts, begging for attention but I did not listen. I could have, but I did not.

My thoughts had a mind of their own; they knew what they were doing, they knew what they wanted, yet I did not understand a thing.

I want to get out of here, I want to be free, but they will not let me. They tell me to stay here, they say I will be safe here, and no one will bother me or hurt me anymore. I don't want that. I don’t want that.

The door is open, yet I can’t get out, the more I try the tighter the chains get. I have tried screaming for help, but no one would come.

"We told you that you would be safe here, no one will bother you" they would say. I don’t believe them. Someone must know I am here, I can’t be alone here, can I? I’ve always wondered what the outside world would be like, they say that it’s terrible. That everyone there is selfish, and they only do things that will benefit themselves, but I don’t believe that. I’m sure that even if that was true that someone out there is kind, honest and good in every way. Surely someone out there is reliable and pure?


I’ve decided that today is the day that I will leave this place, even if I die here, I would rather die trying rather than die doing nothing at all.

Hesitantly, I move towards the door. Each step I take pains me, every breath I make tightens itself in my throat. ‘I can make it. I will make it,’ I think to myself. One more step and this will all be over. I will be free.

I fall to the floor; something is holding me down. “Stop, let me go. I need to go. Please.” I choke out.

It doesn’t move.

On the verge of tears, I am about to give up, but I soon remember that I am not going to stay here without witnessing the true beauty of the outside world. I drag myself to the door not caring about the amount of pain this is giving me.

Finally, I reach the door and my body feels lighter once more. I stand up and slowly walk towards a sort of hallway. I look around captured by the ‘beauty’ surrounding me. I would call it beautiful if it wasn’t for a vermillion liquid splattered on the walls.

Who knows, maybe it was just a paint job gone wrong?

"I see you're finally awake Cecilia," a deep voice called back from behind.

I turn around, lose control of my body and begin to move away from the man.

He comes towards me and says "Let's go back to the family."

𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖌𝖔 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐.

Prisoner of Fear