chapter 3... Prison

I held my diary tightly in my hand... pages that have turned yellow through my years in what has become my home... pictures that were my only source of human contact... besides those pairs of nonchalant eyes of course... and the dreams that make me smile... just to wake up and cry over the false reality i fail to hold on to everytime i open my eyes... Katie... she should be 19 now... or should she be 21??? i dunno... i realli dun...

that pair of eyes made contact with mine briefly then disappeared instantaeously... the usual metal hinge creaked... followed by that smell that used to invoke disgust in the initial stages... I gulped down whatever there was in the steel bowl routinely... desensitized by time which i have lost track of in this grey cell... and the urge to live on... and see Katie just once more... yet if i had this chance, i wasnt even sure if she wanted to see me... and how was she doing??? Is she in a foster home??? Is she adopted or under institutional care??? was she taken in by the facade that those politicians put up in their attempt to snuff me out???

Life was hard then but i had katie... who waited faithfully at the backstage... waiting for me to finish my performance every night... i wrote songs and sang them... sometimes they fell on deaf ears yet i was always rejuvenated by the nights when i was appreciated... when the bustling crowd turned quiet as i started singing... when that soft applause followed after my song ended... I had tried to lead a normal life... one they had promised me... yet they lied... if only i could get out... perhaps i would put my silver blade through his numb conscience... and let the blood run so that the injustices Pasereez was hidden from would be righted...

I heard a loud boom... bits of wire and charred metal fell to the ground, leaving a hole in the thick metal door that had confined me to the wretched hells of these grey walls... the walls that had prevented me from telling the world that "whacko laotiko" was all but an execuse to lock up someone who they felt knew too much...

"I need ya help, liat... shall we?" That familar and awkward english accent and pronounciation shocked me... I ran... I was trembling from fear and excitement... the man i had tried to kill for years just saved me... i could not think anymore... becuz all i saw in my mind was... embracing katie once more....