Trapped
By Isis
Foreword: This is just a short piece I wrote one night when I couldn't sleep (My best ideas come when I have insomnia). It represents for me what one person would feel if they had a subconscious knowing that the world they lived in wasn't real AKA the matrix; but could do nothing about it. I'm open to all comments but please be nice as this is my first fic.
Here isn't real. But wherever here is I'm stuck in it until the day I die. Or at least it seems that way. I look at the world and I see lies, deceit; the unreality of it all. But what can I do? I hold a piece of silk in my hands. I feel its smooth texture gliding over my palms. And yet I know it's not there. But what can I do? Whatever this is I'm a slave to it.
I stand on the edge of the bridge, five hundred feet up from the ground. I check the ropes attached to my waist to make sure that I don't plunge to a horrible death. Not that dying would really bother me. I look at my instructor. He nods back at me.
Then I jump, falling so far and not caring. In my mind's eye I see the truth if only for a second. In that second I am free, I scream as loud as humanly possible "CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?"
Then the ropes attached to my waist jerks me and I'm back in this existence...
Forever trapped by it... Maybe.
By Isis
Foreword: This is just a short piece I wrote one night when I couldn't sleep (My best ideas come when I have insomnia). It represents for me what one person would feel if they had a subconscious knowing that the world they lived in wasn't real AKA the matrix; but could do nothing about it. I'm open to all comments but please be nice as this is my first fic.
Here isn't real. But wherever here is I'm stuck in it until the day I die. Or at least it seems that way. I look at the world and I see lies, deceit; the unreality of it all. But what can I do? I hold a piece of silk in my hands. I feel its smooth texture gliding over my palms. And yet I know it's not there. But what can I do? Whatever this is I'm a slave to it.
I stand on the edge of the bridge, five hundred feet up from the ground. I check the ropes attached to my waist to make sure that I don't plunge to a horrible death. Not that dying would really bother me. I look at my instructor. He nods back at me.
Then I jump, falling so far and not caring. In my mind's eye I see the truth if only for a second. In that second I am free, I scream as loud as humanly possible "CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?"
Then the ropes attached to my waist jerks me and I'm back in this existence...
Forever trapped by it... Maybe.