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The fourth wall
By Goblet of Fire
I am a prisoner. The cell I live in is large and comfortable, but neverthless it's a cell. It's cold, and empty, and heavy. I'll never get out of it.
Three of the walls that enclose me I have so long during hit and bumped on. I have often yelled and shouted for someone to come and free me. Sometimes I'll just sit in a corner and cry my sorrow out.
But no one ever came. Nothing ever happened. I have now long learned to live in the dark loneliness.
One of the wall is my past, one is my future. Prearranged. I never got to say my word. One is my father.
I knew that. I have so often turned to them and begged for, only a moment of, freedom. They always were unmovable.
The fourth wall, I never dared to look at.
I somehow knew it held something horrible, different from the three others. I always had turned my back to it, fearing that a glimpse would harm me more than fifteen years of watching.
Then, one day, an invisible force, a powerful hand grabed my shoulder, and made me spin around. I tried to fight it off. I couldn't. I felt like a puppet in a marionnetist's hand. Immense terror submerged me. It was my fate I was facing.
I gasped. Mute. Stunned. Even paler then I already was.
The fourth wall took the apparence of a silver-haired, stone gray-eyed
teenager.
Author's note : Ok, ok, I know this is weird, but I think it's rather
good, isn't it ? Though maybe a bit too short. REVIEW !!!!