Stage: Original
“You will die. Does this scare you?” The words make their way to my ears, but I haven’t moved.
“Nothing scares me.” Words are not mine, they are never. Laugh, fragile words, dark, and baking. My fingers shaken, my body is a temple of bad dreams.
“You can not save anyone.”
“I know. I was never Christ.”
My body is full of shocks, but I do not dare to move, and not while my body detention is hostage. It is not while my eyes abandoned from side to side, and searching for something – anything.
“This is your end.”
“I know.”
The world consumes fire. Gross my body, once, twice, and a feeling.
“fire!!” A voice penetrates my consciousness, and I stare in my vicinity with blurring eyes, I watch my house burning on the ground, with me in the middle.
The end of the world.
The fire burns without deterrence, a doll staring at me, half -faced face, and its eyes dissolved in the button and its coarse mouth includes a smile. Booker grabbed and penetrated through her head, watching my childhood losing her grip on Ali. Smoke is blind, but freedom. I counted, go on one knee. Feeling outwards outside, but out of sight, out of mind.
The chaos is beautiful, it reveals the best and the worst of us.
“Is anyone inside? Dai person here?” A wave of activities directly outside the door, but I am not affected, my eyes are blurry with tears. They hit the door again and again, which is caves, dropping a group of men who use light bulbs and wear gas masks.
“He is! The lighter of weight and gasoline is a stone’s goal from me, men look at me, and anxiety engraved on their faces turns into disgust and something similar to fear. Their appearance looks everything I need to know, because I stand in the middle of everything I knew at all and grabbed my hand. I know what will happen, I have seen it, more times than I can rely on.
“Don’t you play a mass of your childhood? This is the last time.” The sound, full of fun and the deadly feeling of pleasure.
“I no longer care. You are the firefighters, right? Take me away.” I have no time for plays, a masterpiece is devoured and life is in one blow. The moon hangs in the sky, a beautiful background against the brutality you went through.
“Take me away. And throw the key.”
~~
I finally got a reputation, and I did not expect it. The system here does not know what to do with me, and their rehabilitation centers are easy at best, and their priests are like Bat on its back. When I faced hell, hell is just a flame licking. They call me names, and the latest Oujanji. It has been declined, stoned, hungry, and left for death. But it is not harsh enough, they do not know what a real cruelty.
My father left me when I was a child, and then my mother followed, chasing after a man stuck to his head in the clouds. I had to survive, when the sounds started. Initially, they were innocent, almost not fierce, like urging the child. It constantly pushes me to try new things, to Dardevil my way to the mind.
“Is this enough?”
“No. again.”
a lot once againI lost the path. Hey, the world. You will remember me.
Stage: Transformation
They are afraid of me and fear what I like. I do not die, and I know they tried. They thought of legitimate ways to kill me, but my body refuses to give up the ghost, and my soul is hanging over for dear life. There are no ways here, only tracks diverge to anywhere. People stare with eyes without a vision, I hope they are luxury they do not think about.
UNA No GO Compaate here. Unea Bromance continues. “The guard spitters with my cell, and the work is no longer as usual.
“You can get out of here if you want it. Why are you still a sword here?” A strong -brown man with a thick Edo tone talking, and ignore. I remember my welcome ceremony, and how difficult they are to win. But that’s all in the past, I am not the one I am.
“Nothing is waiting for me there. You have comrades.” I say, more honest than I wish.
“Abeg no do o, we know that you are not sending anyone.” They wander around and laugh, but I barely a soft smile. They are my family, this is a handful of bad guys, and it is not recovered. Like me. We play games daily, but they know the truth; While they are waiting for a miracle, I create miracles.
“Wetin Soji is not it? You are lost.” They continue to speak, but nothing goes beyond me. They are not my goal, they are not in sight. I am the person who is avoided by the guards, who are called the most brutal prisoner in a long time. Only, I am not fighting with my grip, but my words led some to commit suicide. I moved to Kirikiri Earlier of the plan because the therapist responsible for me tried to commit suicide.
The voices did not stop, but I do not want them. My house was placed after my dreams climbed in smoke. I am Christ.
I am coming to save you.
Just like all others.
