It was pitch black. Well, almost. There was a greenish light bulb that hung from a old wire above our heads. Its shadows mirrored all the crumbled walls creating a soft, vivid light. The decrepit cell was small and cramped; it left almost us no room for us to move around. The temperature on this planet was beyond freezing; causing us to tremble and shiver. There was no heat or any matches of any kind. We had to sit in a freezing cell with hopes of getting fresh air, food, and fresh water to drink. But when Alex arrived, things changed. Well emotionally. Alex was the first and only boy sent here with us. He woke up just like us-on a mattress in a room with no walls; drugged, perturbed, and agitated. The only difference between him, me, and the others, was that he never gave up hope. He would gather us around in a circle, have us hold hands, and he would silently pray for us. He did this every night until now. A couple months ago,he was caught dissembling on the hunt to find an escape route for us but, he frantically struck down by the Deceivers. (The Deceivers were a group of gruesome people who basically live to kill and kidnap. If they caught you not following their From days to weeks, the Deceivers hadn’t spoke a word about him. I was more than contented when they stopped talking about him. The last thing I needed was another one of their petrifying taunts.Their taunts and jokes kept replaying in my head like a demolished record player: Don’t do anything preposterous, therefore you will have to suffer the harrowing consequences or worse. Don’t do anything preposterous, therefore you will have to suffer the harrowing consequences or worse.
The remaining others and I stood around the over-worn bed while he lay there-breathless. His body was awfully thin and boney from the lack of food, and was covered in ugly bruises, scars, and death-like burns. His hair was like ours; grimy and pierced with filth. His eyes were opened; like a lion peering into its prey’s soul. It was strange how he was left this way,-a separate cell in a single bed. We have snuck in here multiple times to see how it’s coming out but, we’d always come back to the same results; breathless and lifeless. The more hope I get that Alex is alive, the more anxious and nervous I felt. I knew the other’s were feeling the same way also. There was no doubt in my mind about it either.
I could hear the sound howl of the wind from the outside, and the anxiousness of the other’s heartbeats. I looked at the girls then back at Alex. We all not only looked miserable, but we felt so too. Alex has been our closest friend. Our savior. Our last hope. He taught us that there was a way out. That there was way out of this cell. Out of this place. All we needed was God’s help and each other. Alex actually inspired me, made me rethink all my past thoughts while I have been here. All the things I’ve said and done mentally, emotionally, and physically. That I might, we might have a chance to live in a real home and be with our families again. Go back to school and live a normal life. Feelings of lament, angry, and sadness pour out of my eyes. Right now, life just felt like it couldn’t get any worse than it already was. Lisa puts her arm around me and I lean on her shoulder. Lisa was always like a Mom to me. She was a few years older than me and knew a lot. She was the first person to arrive at the cell. She has been her ever since she was thirteen and has been treated the worst out of all of us; mainly because she was black. The Deceivers hated people of color; which included Asians, Jews, and Mexicans/Hispanics. The saddest part is that I was Hispanic, but the Deceivers had never done anything that was racism or prejudice against me. To this day I wondered why didn’t they treat me the way they treated Lisa. I mean, I’m thankful but still; it’s unfair.
To Be Continued:
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