I feel like I’m being watched, all day I’ve felt as though someone’s eyes have been following my every move. Just waiting for the chance to strike. I shrug off the feeling and continue to walk home. About half way home I feel the eyes on me again. I begin to think I’m being watched as if I am a tiger in a cage. No I feel more as though I am just an innocent little fish swimming around in the water that is my home, water that is supposed to keep me safe. But little did I know that a huge bear is watching me, following me. When the bear is ready to strike I will have nowhere to go and my watery home will become a prison with no escape.
Silence… all I can hear is silence. The emptiness ringing in my ears causes my brain to explode. The silence is getting to me, but not one sound comes to save me. Even the ringing from the absence of noise is hushed, quiet as if to mock me. My mouth opens so I can scream or anything in an to overcome the torture… it continues. The silence is driving me mad, I can feel everything around me changing to adapt. All of a sudden I see a figure above me and I want to scream, I want to shout for joy but still nothing. Not one shred of anything to relieve me from this horror. No one to save me. I squeeze my eyes tight because I know it is pointless. I try and I try to force my body to shut down but it seems to only hold on even tighter to the world surrounding me. It goes on like this for what feels like days but was only a handful of seconds. These seconds are my only seconds of peace, my only memory of paradise and they slip away faster than they should. And finally the last second runs out and all of what I’ve been feeling is replaced by nothing but pain. Pain like you couldn’t imagine, pain so unbearable that I couldn’t even begin to describe what it feels like. But it's not just physical, it's emotional and mental as well. My brain and my body are in a frenzy, with warnings being sent all throughout my senses. Then despite everything something in my head clicks like a clearing in the fog, the figure.
The person who can save me from my prison, release me from my pain so I open my eyes. The person standing above me has a face with a smile I’ll never forget. The face that will haunt my mind, my memories forever. The face that once had potential to save me but only to become the person to imprison me deeper. The face, the smile that caused me so much pain. The face that had protected me for so much of my life, was now taking pleasure in my torment. And then… the silence was lifted, but not even a handful of seconds was granted to me this time. What happened next I would gladly exchange for the silence. There were screams filled with such agony such suffering and sorrow and then I realized the screams were all coming from one source and that source was me. I wasn’t me anymore though, all I was was screams. I was once Amber who had lived with her family in a small simple house her whole life. That girl had auditioned for one of the stepsisters in our school production of Cinderella. She was accepted into 3 out of the 7 colleges she had applied for. But I wasn’t Amber anymore… now I am just the screams. Now I am a monster.