by: Kristy Duke
I awaken to pain swarming throughout my stiff and aching body as I hear the guard’s sharp and threatening voice ring out besides me. I sigh tiredly as my mind races through me of the long amount of time I have been locked within these horrid walls. Anger flows through me like a raging river as I think of my boys back now, I was certain that they’d have at least attempted to come to my rescue. Way over a year now and no sign of them or no hearing of them trying to break in to save me. What could be taking them so long? Do they no longer care for their Uncle? Mind them, the uncle that had taken care of them since they were babies. What could be taking them so long? Perhaps they all have enjoyed their freedom over the farm they chose to forget me.
“Damn you,” I mutter toward myself in anger at myself for allowing myself to fall into paranoia over my nephews and nieces in knowledge they would never do t hat to me, they do care for me. But where are they? Why aren’t they trying to save me? Did they kill them throughout the year? No, please no, not them. Silently I stare at the old dusty wooden wall as I pray for my family that lies in the freedom of these ugly walls that I stare at day in and day out.
Suddenly a loud cry rings out on the opposite side of the room followed by harsh wheezing. “Hey…give…me that!” opposes the wheezy breathing person across the room. But who? My thoughts rush to my youngest nephew who suffers greatly from asthma. “That’s mi. . .mine!”
“Not any more it isn’t!” I hear the guard laughs before a loud slap echos off the thin walls.