Happiness By The Kilowatt

There is nothing I want more in this world then my freedom, it was not always like this.

Since I've been without this simple gift I can now see what other things I overlooked. The

steel and concrete walls that break my soul down day in and day out are always one step

ahead of anything I would have used against them, too escape. It almost makes me break

myself living with the wonder of a fulfilled life, what could have been. Each second passed

is now a measure of my self drained from deep inside somewhere Ive never even knew existed.

The guards of my certain demise pace around this whole dungeon of forgotten people, they

feed us, clean us, and let us talk about whatever we wish too. But most of us never speak of

these dark parts of our imagination taking hold of our sanity, if that is what is happening,

maybe noone is sure how to explain these feelings, so none wants to bring it up, because to

lie or speak not of the truth would definitly be an "insane" thing to do. What else do you

have if not that, Truth brings hope, faith and a reason to live a successful life.

 

Today is sunday, I awake to the sound of whitenoise oozing from the ringing in my head, this

pain is unbearable, so much so I almost feel that if I was to look around me quickly enough,

I could see the demons that channel this agony towards me dancing in my blind spot. Just out

of reach of my senses to catch on to them and maybe send them away. I crawl as if wounded

physically toward the other side of the room to maybe wash this feeling away, the sink I use

to wash my face is stained with ten year old blood of a failed attempt to leave this place,

everyone knows exactly when you move or attempt any form of retibution upon yourself. It's

just not tolerated. Everytime I was shot down by jugding eyes and words, the ones I can't

bring myself to ever face again, I believe I'm begining to build a minor tolerance the more

I think about them.
 

    Lunch is always the same, dinners always the same, and theres no doubt that my

"break" time, will be the same, It's never when the sun is up, and always spent alone, I

don't get along with the others. Not that I have anything against them, I just consider

myself a "loner". That's how I want to be percieved by everyone, That way I save valuable

time figuring out what went wrong. If there even is a cause of my delusion?

 

As I go back to were I awoke at the begining of the day I know for certain that this day was

different, that I might have accomplished something extraordinairy in my subconsious mind. I

believe my tolerance has brought me my freedom back, the ringing and curse I've felt for so

long is subsiding. Tomorrow I won't have to ask the guards if I can leave.

Reviews

[Ms. Gruye]

you have a solid base for a start of a story here, not to mention a f*****g great title.
My suggestion would be to flesh this out, to add in some details about the surroundings of your character, and maybe even some back story elements: is it male or female, doe (s)he have sisters, lovers, a favorite color, a particular song that will make him (her) walk around the block another time before turning off his ipod.