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From: Kelly Johnson <kellyjohnson@rcsnm.org>
Date: Fri, Feb 19, 2016 at 9:09 AM
Subject: Kelly Johnson
To: sweidenaar@rcsnm.org
How I found my self in this lonely cell, I cannot say or rather I cannot remember. The guards will not say and my family will not make any contact with me. They act towards me as if I had committed some kind of heinous crime. Have I? It appears so because I am being led to execution in a few minutes. To escape would prove ignorant and to hope would be useless. I am guarded day and night, three meals a day, two showers a week and no time outside. I am locked in a cold cell, which seems to be underground, locked behind a glass wall which is very thick. With my time I have been here, I've learnt to call this cell home. With its four walls, it strangely brings me comfort and sanity. I have all I need in here; a bed, sink, toilet, and books. I've found great comfort in books. I've learnt to escape into them and let my imagination take me where it wants go, out of this cell, out of this prison, into the world. Yet I am still locked behind numerous doors which are sealed by a button. I should just accept that I am going to die for a crime I did or didn't do.
I hear the various buzzes of doors as the guards come to take me to my unfortunate fate. There boots stomping rhythmically against the cold stone floor. When they arrive by my cell, they are covered in armor. With helmets and they have weapons so as if I attempt to escape. My mind used to tell me that when I get the opportunity to make a run for it. But now I've come to suppress that thought and accept it as it is. They yell at me to come to the opening slot and put my hands in so they can cuff me. I abide and after, they tell me to back up against the wall. After they have put me in chains and taken all the precautions, they lead me to a place which I am to meet death. These men take me down a labyrinth of hallways and finally into a room. I see the big chair and all the entanglement of wires surrounding it. My heart begins to beat faster and I feel the cold sweat dripping down my neck trailing down my back. As I enter the room, I see a crowd of people have gathered and a priest, I trust they are there to see me leave this world. The room has an uncanny feel to it, which makes me rethink how I feel about escaping. I know that escaping would be great, but definitely not easy. I begin to look around the room and search for an escape route. There are not many guards and not many weapons to hurt me should I choose to leave. I sit on the chair and feel its hardness along with it being strangely warm. The men begin to strap me in. Right hand,Right foot, left foot, although I saw it wasn't strapped right and its loose. I feel my left hand being strapped in, but the strap to my left hand snapped. The sound of the leather snapping was incredibly loud in the room filled with people. My mind started racing and I saw it. My opportunity to freedom. As the guards exchanged glances, they begin leading the crowd to the exit one by one. Leaving me only with the two men and the priest. I see I have been given an opportunity to at last grasp the thought I have been suppressing for months and take action on it. As one of the guards starts to take the broken leather strap off, and the other is finding a new one, I take advantage of the loose strap on my left foot. Slowly inching it out of the restraint. Once I had gotten my leg loose, I kick the guard in the groin and he doubles over. I quickly try to undo my right side of the restraints and they miraculously come undone with my little effort. The guard who was looking for a new restraint came back into the room and sees what I had done, he starts to reach for his gun but something happens to him and he falls over, knocked out. I look to see who my savior or my killer is and its the priest! I stand there shocked and stupefied. The priest tells me to run. I tell him I have no where to actually run. He shows me a door I hadn't noticed before by the pulpit. He tells me to go and keep running when I see the light. I ask him what he will say to the guards when they come back. He says to me that he'll tell them I knocked him out and he had barely just woken up. Not knowing where I had gone. I thank the priest a million times and begin to leave. I hear the door close behind me and begin to run. I appear to be in a tunnel and My nose fills with the smell of dirt. As I begin to run I start to become exhausted. With my legs becoming like metal weights dragging me down. My lungs begin to burn like a fire inside my chest, with every breath I take. My muscles aching and screaming at me to stop. My mind wanders and I start to think if they are looking for me now or if the priest is playing tricks on me. As the thought of them possibly coming down the tunnel searching for me sinks in, a burst of energy and adrenaline pumps through me like a shot of lightning. My senses start to become more sensitized to my surroundings. The smell of dirt becomes less distinct and I begin to smell something else. It brings back a flood of memories.. Memories which I can't exactly place my finger on. As I near, a light becomes visible in the distance and I start to hear what sounds like birds. I near a door from which all these sounds are coming from. I slow to a walk and try to control my rapid breathing. I approach this portal to another world I have been deprived from since childhood. I reach for the door handle and the instant my clammy hand touches the cool metal I feel a surge of electricity course through my veins causing me immense pain. As I turn the handle,despite the pain, I see nothing but hot, white light. And I feel the electricity again,but this time it didn't stop.. The light was fading and fading as I fell into the darkness away from the sound of birds. I open my eyes and see the priests shaking hand hovering over the button which will send me to my death. He looks at me as if he is sorry and closes his eyes. The smell of dirt envelopes my senses and I feel the electricity burn through every inch of my body. Finally,setting me free from this place.
From: Kelly Johnson <kellyjohnson@rcsnm.org>
Date: Fri, Feb 19, 2016 at 9:09 AM
Subject: Kelly Johnson
To: sweidenaar@rcsnm.org
How I found my self in this lonely cell, I cannot say or rather I cannot remember. The guards will not say and my family will not make any contact with me. They act towards me as if I had committed some kind of heinous crime. Have I? It appears so because I am being led to execution in a few minutes. To escape would prove ignorant and to hope would be useless. I am guarded day and night, three meals a day, two showers a week and no time outside. I am locked in a cold cell, which seems to be underground, locked behind a glass wall which is very thick. With my time I have been here, I've learnt to call this cell home. With its four walls, it strangely brings me comfort and sanity. I have all I need in here; a bed, sink, toilet, and books. I've found great comfort in books. I've learnt to escape into them and let my imagination take me where it wants go, out of this cell, out of this prison, into the world. Yet I am still locked behind numerous doors which are sealed by a button. I should just accept that I am going to die for a crime I did or didn't do.
I hear the various buzzes of doors as the guards come to take me to my unfortunate fate. There boots stomping rhythmically against the cold stone floor. When they arrive by my cell, they are covered in armor. With helmets and they have weapons so as if I attempt to escape. My mind used to tell me that when I get the opportunity to make a run for it. But now I've come to suppress that thought and accept it as it is. They yell at me to come to the opening slot and put my hands in so they can cuff me. I abide and after, they tell me to back up against the wall. After they have put me in chains and taken all the precautions, they lead me to a place which I am to meet death. These men take me down a labyrinth of hallways and finally into a room. I see the big chair and all the entanglement of wires surrounding it. My heart begins to beat faster and I feel the cold sweat dripping down my neck trailing down my back. As I enter the room, I see a crowd of people have gathered and a priest, I trust they are there to see me leave this world. The room has an uncanny feel to it, which makes me rethink how I feel about escaping. I know that escaping would be great, but definitely not easy. I begin to look around the room and search for an escape route. There are not many guards and not many weapons to hurt me should I choose to leave. I sit on the chair and feel its hardness along with it being strangely warm. The men begin to strap me in. Right hand,Right foot, left foot, although I saw it wasn't strapped right and its loose. I feel my left hand being strapped in, but the strap to my left hand snapped. The sound of the leather snapping was incredibly loud in the room filled with people. My mind started racing and I saw it. My opportunity to freedom. As the guards exchanged glances, they begin leading the crowd to the exit one by one. Leaving me only with the two men and the priest. I see I have been given an opportunity to at last grasp the thought I have been suppressing for months and take action on it. As one of the guards starts to take the broken leather strap off, and the other is finding a new one, I take advantage of the loose strap on my left foot. Slowly inching it out of the restraint. Once I had gotten my leg loose, I kick the guard in the groin and he doubles over. I quickly try to undo my right side of the restraints and they miraculously come undone with my little effort. The guard who was looking for a new restraint came back into the room and sees what I had done, he starts to reach for his gun but something happens to him and he falls over, knocked out. I look to see who my savior or my killer is and its the priest! I stand there shocked and stupefied. The priest tells me to run. I tell him I have no where to actually run. He shows me a door I hadn't noticed before by the pulpit. He tells me to go and keep running when I see the light. I ask him what he will say to the guards when they come back. He says to me that he'll tell them I knocked him out and he had barely just woken up. Not knowing where I had gone. I thank the priest a million times and begin to leave. I hear the door close behind me and begin to run. I appear to be in a tunnel and My nose fills with the smell of dirt. As I begin to run I start to become exhausted. With my legs becoming like metal weights dragging me down. My lungs begin to burn like a fire inside my chest, with every breath I take. My muscles aching and screaming at me to stop. My mind wanders and I start to think if they are looking for me now or if the priest is playing tricks on me. As the thought of them possibly coming down the tunnel searching for me sinks in, a burst of energy and adrenaline pumps through me like a shot of lightning. My senses start to become more sensitized to my surroundings. The smell of dirt becomes less distinct and I begin to smell something else. It brings back a flood of memories.. Memories which I can't exactly place my finger on. As I near, a light becomes visible in the distance and I start to hear what sounds like birds. I near a door from which all these sounds are coming from. I slow to a walk and try to control my rapid breathing. I approach this portal to another world I have been deprived from since childhood. I reach for the door handle and the instant my clammy hand touches the cool metal I feel a surge of electricity course through my veins causing me immense pain. As I turn the handle,despite the pain, I see nothing but hot, white light. And I feel the electricity again,but this time it didn't stop.. The light was fading and fading as I fell into the darkness away from the sound of birds. I open my eyes and see the priests shaking hand hovering over the button which will send me to my death. He looks at me as if he is sorry and closes his eyes. The smell of dirt envelopes my senses and I feel the electricity burn through every inch of my body. Finally,setting me free from this place.
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