Story: Part 2
The lights are slowly coming into being, saving me from sleep. Slowly I see the reflection of my face, bruised and scraped. I come to the realization that I am in a cage. A transperant cage holds my body and nurtures it, heals it, shows me my face.
The men around me in their white suits and masks notice my apperent conscienceness and I just want to get out of here. I know they made this just for me, but I just want to leave them. I despite the luxury at times. I hate being better than normal. I hold my positions proudly, yet I wish for their doom all so that finally, one day I might feel something.
This most recent attempt was the closest I have ever gotten. I will proceed to follow.
These bars shake, but hold. This burning takes over so that i can truly concentrate on my separation.
