My Prison Break

by Goodbye   Apr 18, 2008


I made up my mind
this hell I have been living in
must be ended today..
I can not go on like this
it must be now or never today.

He is knocking at the door
think now: clearly...do I have everything
everything I need with me now
I can not take much with me
And I have to say goodbye for all this
"Just a minute!" I scream to him
I put the carefully folded paper
in my sock, all necessary information
writting on it...here we go...

I open the door,
I walk to the bedroom
On the pink wall there is hanging
one hundred photos about me
On my mirror table there a vase of flower
Everything is very clean
I cleaned this place today
"Goodbye prison" I say inside my head

We are going now, it's time for work
When he locked the door I knew
this was the last time I was in the house
I hear how the douple door is closed
We are going down from 26th floor..
Walking down the sharp stairs..

He gets in the car and opens the door for me
I put on my sunglasses and sit in front
Squeezing my handbag, I am totally nervous
I am sweating..I feel sick...
I am gazing the sky....it is cloudy
Where is the God...is he watching me...

He drop me off in front my customer's house
I go into building, I take lift up
I wait he goes away...I go in...
Door opens...and when it opens again I am out..
I take my phone out of my bag
dial numbers, make a phone call...
I take a lift down
I run out of there...I take a taxi
My heart starts beating...he is passing me...
but he does not notice I am in taxi...
My phone rings...I don't answer...
Sweating...I close the phone...

I am waiting....there are hundreds of people
passing by me...I am in crowd, I am safe...
I get nervous, where are they...
Police cars are passing...stay calm I tell myself
Finally car with embassy plates arrives
and he is there too....I run to the car
People are watching...
Three people drag me in the car...
Door is closed and the cars drives away...

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  • 16 years ago

    by Prasad Baadkar

    Wow, your story has all d ingredients of a Alfred Hitchcock thriller... Life is strange... N we r as much responsible for the trouble we fall in even though it is by accident or unknowingly...

    But who can differentiate between a good person, a saint, and a demonic vampire hidden within a man...?

    Good one again.. Keep writing comrade...

    (With best wishz...)