Baddul3
08-15-2014, 12:14 AM
The prisoner stared out at the young man looking back at him. The man’s shock of dark hair, defined jaw and intelligent, brown eyes sharply contrasted his own gaunt, tired features. An age of imprisonment had left the inmate a mere specter of his former self. His clothes hung off a narrow, stooped, and weary frame and his mind felt sluggish and heavy. Many times he had tried to escape, however all attempts ultimately ended in failure. After each doomed endeavor towards freedom, the walls of his jail had seemed to merely grow taller, the bars on doors thicker, and the windows smaller. Now here he stood, facing off with this stranger, this being so full of life when he himself felt completely empty of it. Neither man blinked as they continued to stare at one another.
“It’s time.”
The words almost took the prisoner by surprise as they escaped his own mouth. He nodded. The younger man nodded back. Slowly, the captive turned away from the mirror and picked up the razor sitting on the chipped, stained edge of his sink. He closed his eyes and brought the blade to his throat. This was it, time to make the ultimate escape. Suddenly, however, he had an urge to look at the stranger one more time. One glance, then he would do it. The inmates forced his eyelids back open and for one last time took in that oh so familiar, alien face. He felt his breath catch in his throat. Where he held the razor to his throat the other man held a key. Tears flowed down the prisoners face as he watched him mouth the words “There’s still hope.” The blade dropped. The prisoner fell to his knees.
“There’s still hope”
He felt himself whisper.
“There’s still hope… “
“It’s time.”
The words almost took the prisoner by surprise as they escaped his own mouth. He nodded. The younger man nodded back. Slowly, the captive turned away from the mirror and picked up the razor sitting on the chipped, stained edge of his sink. He closed his eyes and brought the blade to his throat. This was it, time to make the ultimate escape. Suddenly, however, he had an urge to look at the stranger one more time. One glance, then he would do it. The inmates forced his eyelids back open and for one last time took in that oh so familiar, alien face. He felt his breath catch in his throat. Where he held the razor to his throat the other man held a key. Tears flowed down the prisoners face as he watched him mouth the words “There’s still hope.” The blade dropped. The prisoner fell to his knees.
“There’s still hope”
He felt himself whisper.
“There’s still hope… “