Epilogue
Jarod's eyes snapped open, and he fought the restraining force that was being placed on his chest and legs. A familiar voice called out to him, "Jarod!"
He sighed and stopped struggling. He had hit his head on the wall as he slept, and he could almost feel the lump forming there. The weight was lifted off of him, and he sat up, holding his head.
"You just woke up from a bad dream. Welcome to your worst nightmare."
The cruel voice tainted the room, and stirred up feelings he thought he had buried long ago. The source of his infatuation turned on her heel and left the room, a cigarette gleaming between her fingers.
Sydney helped him up, and placed him on the hard bed, the only furniture in the small, cell - like room. Broots, the other one who had been holding him down, speed - walked after Ms. Parker. Jarod looked up towards the roof.
He would wait for the chance, and take it. He would taste fresh air. He would find his mother, and live out that happy moment in which freedom and love combined.
He would escape from this place, to see what it was like outside, even if only for a few minutes. The farthest he had ever gone before was about halfway through the ventilation duct.
Jarod, the Pretender, would escape this accursed place.
Even if he died trying.
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Happy Mother's Day!
~Shawshank
Jarod's eyes snapped open, and he fought the restraining force that was being placed on his chest and legs. A familiar voice called out to him, "Jarod!"
He sighed and stopped struggling. He had hit his head on the wall as he slept, and he could almost feel the lump forming there. The weight was lifted off of him, and he sat up, holding his head.
"You just woke up from a bad dream. Welcome to your worst nightmare."
The cruel voice tainted the room, and stirred up feelings he thought he had buried long ago. The source of his infatuation turned on her heel and left the room, a cigarette gleaming between her fingers.
Sydney helped him up, and placed him on the hard bed, the only furniture in the small, cell - like room. Broots, the other one who had been holding him down, speed - walked after Ms. Parker. Jarod looked up towards the roof.
He would wait for the chance, and take it. He would taste fresh air. He would find his mother, and live out that happy moment in which freedom and love combined.
He would escape from this place, to see what it was like outside, even if only for a few minutes. The farthest he had ever gone before was about halfway through the ventilation duct.
Jarod, the Pretender, would escape this accursed place.
Even if he died trying.
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Happy Mother's Day!
~Shawshank