Set me free…
Silver moonlight shining through her window sill as the silk curtains blown by the slight blow of the whispering wind swayed…no bright nor shining abject dominate inside the hole of never ending darkness she calls a room…like a disease that is contagious, obscurity engulfed the remainder of the horrible prison that was her home.
She was ensnared in this repulsive environment…she doubted that she would ultimately be liberated…though it would not be harmful to anticipate for freedom…there was no possibility to elude from this agony place of torment.
Having nothing to achieve in this disheartening setting, she evoked to recall the reason why she was confined to this unpitying place…a location deprived of compassion. All she had desired for was freedom…freedom from stereotypes and lies…freedom from cages and cells and walls…freedom and all that applies…all she did was take a glimpse of the alluring environs outside the sturdy formidable barriers that 'protected' her from the mythic song of the world behind then. They proved an obstacle between her and the very element she yearned for. They taunted her all her young life, challenged her to escape. She complied, but was captured before she had even made her first imprint on the trail towards her goal. So presently, she was seemingly abandoned in this revolting situation.
As she positioned herself on her velvety bed, she gradually ran her long and slender fingers over the silky spread of the bed…and permitted her endless stream of memories to flow unrestrained through her perplexed mind. As her eyes rested themselves, an immeasurable amount of scenes revealed themselves to her. One memory tough, triggered something in her...it was her sister. Her admirable, adventurous, cheerful sister had too attempted to struggle for her own free will with persistence. Her attempts had been discontinued, and she had to undergo the identical suffering she is going through.
This had resulted in a transformation of her sister…a termination of the fearless, adventurous, joyful girl, and replaced her with the now soulless, empty, lifeless copy. Her sister is dead to the world; thrown in to the depths of despair. She, on the other hand, solemnly pledge to herself that, with determination, she will not surrender to the void. No matter how hopeless and desperate everything seems. She resolves to never become among the living- dead. She refused to allow them to break her spirit.
Through isolation, she held on; through loneliness, she endured; through confinement; she became invulnerable. She sustained, remained, and survived through desolation and forlornness, with no regret of ever hungering for freedom.
An extraordinary and unexpected thing happened. Her beloved sister appeared one fateful night. The chamber of torture was at a dead-still silence, as she took a deeper plunge into the darkness. Hearing her sister's footsteps brought her unimaginable relieve. Her sister strolled in, and without a word handed her the keys…the keys to …freedom. As she displayed a look of interrogation, her sister merely replied in an emotionless voice: "Freedom is a wonderful free gift…take advantage of it..."