New home

My cell is dark dreary, and devoid. I desired to get used to my environment because I did not know when my trial would commence or conclude. I leaned against the freezing steel walls to take a moment to process everything that happened.

In moments like these, Father would have prepared me a surprise meal. I forgot his smile. As I tried to remember the times we shared when he was at his happiest, I could hear the laughter we shared echoing the cage walls.

The smile turned demented.

It was not father's smile but someone else's. Someone in particular who could not help but pry into my cell. Outside my wall, a large muscular man with a horrid scar over his left eye stared at me, smiling.

I did not want to be rude so I greeted him. Not long after, awkward silence arose in my situation. I gave out a slight cough to agitate a response from the man.

He only continued to stare at me and keep quiet. I felt uncomfortable, his large brown eyes were peeling through layers of my skin, clothing, and soul. However, finally, the man moved. He stood up straight with not only that changing but his facial expression. A minute ago he was staring curiously but now, he looked intimidating with his lips closed and jawline peaking at me.

He showed out I slightly agitated groan of dissatisfaction. What was his deal? Inversely my thoughts were on finding a way to flee but then I just wanted to get as far away as possible from these psychotic inmates who were giving me the worst feeling of being unsafe.

After some time, the UV lights gradually started to dim to scarcely give off light with warmth. The whole room was shady after about two hours passed by my estimate. I do not know how much time impacts the environment but it was not a sign of benevolence for all the prisoners to be enraged up.

All of them stood outside their metal bars. Quietly, without a disagreement. I was baffled as to what was happening, and what were they trying to do.

I paid no attention to them and continued to sleep with my damaged heart. Losing a father does not just simply go away, especially when he raised me to be thankful for life.

The cages unlocked. This astonished me so much that I quickly stood up to examine the cage. It was open, allowing a person like this to effortlessly escape. I first felt skeptical of this as any person would, why did it suddenly open like that?

Distracted by the cage door opening, I did not notice the footsteps that hid in the darkness of another person. When I finally noticed, I was already knocked out but a punch in my face.

Walking up I felt all of it, my sore face and my dirty body as if I was dragged here. Here not knowing where it was. Slow starts of cheering then opened my eyes awake in shock of what was happening. People, prisoners to be precise, surrounded and chanting for me to get up and fight.