A condemning silence weighed the air in this small, sparsely furnished box I found myself in. I was positioned in a hard metal chair, my wrists handcuffed awkwardly to the standard table in front of me. I had been in this same tedious positions going on hours now but I knew I was not alone. In fact I would bet on money that there were at least half a dozen eyes memorizing my every movement, catching every twitch and blink I gave off and recorded it for later use. Pushing down the urge to make obnoxious faces into the deceivingly one-sided mirror to quail the boredom that was slowly taking over my mind; I stared straight ahead trying to hide to the fear of the situation. I also tried consoling myself, uselessly trying to convince myself that I had come out of worse situations unharmed. I knew it wasn’t true and I also knew that last time I had been in this situation I hadn’t cared where I ended up. Last time I had nothing to lose.
2007-03-05
14:21:44
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