Magda's Story: Prologue
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I have no sense of time any more. Day, night, Monday, Thursday, These labels all escape me for all I know now is this room. The cold stone walls that surround me, the bleak steel door that mocks me. If it were not there I would be free. If only it would obey my commands to dissolve, I could escape. If only I could walk through the walls to the outside world, to freedom. Though it would seem like a miracle if it happened, I would still curse it, for it would mean I have finally gone mad.
I am surprised I still remain sane, trapped like an animal for all this time, me, who could never go a day without setting foot outside, if only for a moment. But everyday I fight. Fight to live, to maintain control over my mind and fight to escape. The number of times I have scraped my fingers raw and bleeding in hopes of reducing the filler between the bricks, I have lost count.
I have long ago given up hope of escaping through the door, to many painful captures has taught me that it is hopeless. But I will never give up my determination of escaping. I must. Escape is the first thing I think of in the morning and the second last thing I think of at night. The last being my three children, Anya, Wanda and Pietro.
Every night, I pray that my oldest daughter is happy and safe wherever she is, and that she never looks back at her father and myself, for it would crush her to see what we have become. Every night I pray my younger daughter and only son, are as far away from here, and him as possible.
My three angels are the only things that keep me sane. I hold on for them. If I could just escape, then I could find my two remaining earth bound angels then everything would be all right again. I don't know how anything could be okay again, but I know that if I could only get to them, even if they never knew it, it would be. It has to be.
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I have no sense of time any more. Day, night, Monday, Thursday, These labels all escape me for all I know now is this room. The cold stone walls that surround me, the bleak steel door that mocks me. If it were not there I would be free. If only it would obey my commands to dissolve, I could escape. If only I could walk through the walls to the outside world, to freedom. Though it would seem like a miracle if it happened, I would still curse it, for it would mean I have finally gone mad.
I am surprised I still remain sane, trapped like an animal for all this time, me, who could never go a day without setting foot outside, if only for a moment. But everyday I fight. Fight to live, to maintain control over my mind and fight to escape. The number of times I have scraped my fingers raw and bleeding in hopes of reducing the filler between the bricks, I have lost count.
I have long ago given up hope of escaping through the door, to many painful captures has taught me that it is hopeless. But I will never give up my determination of escaping. I must. Escape is the first thing I think of in the morning and the second last thing I think of at night. The last being my three children, Anya, Wanda and Pietro.
Every night, I pray that my oldest daughter is happy and safe wherever she is, and that she never looks back at her father and myself, for it would crush her to see what we have become. Every night I pray my younger daughter and only son, are as far away from here, and him as possible.
My three angels are the only things that keep me sane. I hold on for them. If I could just escape, then I could find my two remaining earth bound angels then everything would be all right again. I don't know how anything could be okay again, but I know that if I could only get to them, even if they never knew it, it would be. It has to be.
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