We’re getting closer to the end of the year. Recently I’ve been thinking about the best and the worst things happened to me in eleven…
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I laid crumpled on the floor, shrouded in darkness whom I had befriended in the past few…was it days or weeks? I couldn’t tell. I had lost track of time and being locked up in this dark, the windowless room didn’t help at all.
Every muscle in my battered body ached, and every position I took seemed to put me through excruciating pain.
I tried to stretch my legs but the shackles pulled me back. It would have been a fatal fall if my hands weren’t bound to each side of the wall in the claustrophobic room I was kept in.
Heavy footsteps approached, and my heart began to thump in my chest.
It was too soon.
Didn’t they just leave a few minutes ago?
Why were they back so soon?
My thoughts were soon interrupted by the screeching sound of the huge metal door separating me from the rest of the world, cranking open. My stomach churned and I felt the sudden urge to retch my empty stomach.
Two men whom I had grown familiar with since I found myself here, walked in, and before I could blink, they were already in front of me, lifting me up to face them.
“Did you miss us?” The first man asked, pulling me up by my hair to stare into his terrifying eyes. You might be wondering what made this man so terrifying.
There was something eerie about him. When you stare into his eyes for too long, they literally change. His eyes could change from black to blue or even from that of a human to that of an animal within seconds.
You don’t believe me?
Maybe you even think I was hallucinating. Well, You might be right. For someone who hasn’t eaten for days, it is only normal to begin to see what doesn’t exist.
On the other hand, maybe if you get captured by them too, you’d get a chance to see it for yourself.
I stared at them blankly, my sunken eyes void of emotions. He yanked my hair tighter, his face centimeters away from mine. I almost coughed out my heart when his eyes turned into that of a snake.
“I said, did you miss us?” He hissed, fangs gleaming under the dim light they brought along with them.
I tried to nod my head but he kept it in place with his vice-like grip.
“Use your damn words, girl!” Came his vicious command.
“Y-yes.” I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut as the pain intensified.
“That’s enough, Imposter syndrome!” The other man bellowed, causing the creep to let me go.
“You know how it goes, little lady. ” He said, approaching me with a dagger in his hand.
“We only have one question, and your answer would determine your captivity or freedom from this jail of exhaustion. The choice is yours.”
“My answer is no.” Came my cold reply. He didn’t need to ask the question. I already knew what he wanted to say.
“You see, Writer’s block? You’re too soft on her, that’s why she’s getting sassy!” Said imposter syndrome, sending me a deadly glare with his feline eyes.
“Just in case you’ve forgotten the question, I’ll ask you again. Are you ready to give up writing in exchange for your freedom?” Writer’s block squatted in front of me, staring at me with warm eyes.
However, I wasn’t moved. My answer remained the same.
“I said no!” I screamed into his face. That earned me a slap from imposter syndrome’s sharp claws that sent me sprawling on the floor.
“How dare you?!” He roared, dragging me up to my knees.
“You do not seem to know who I am,” I whispered, my voice had disappeared after I had screamed my larynx out.
“I am Ridzz.” I stared fearlessly into his eyes even as they morphed into that of an owl. “I have a message that must be felt…a voice that must be heard. I will speak to the world through the words of my lips and the letters on the pages.”
Writer’s block burst into laughter, followed by Imposter syndrome.
“Since you’ve rejected freedom, you’re welcome to dine with us.” came Imposter syndrome’s response.
“We will be your lifelong companion and you’ll rot in here forever!” Writer’s block cackled as they exited the cell.
I was left alone again, for a moment of course. Soon they’ll be back once again, taunting me to give up my passion, but they won’t break my soul.
I know they’ve gone hunting for passionate writers again, just like you. This is a warning. They’re coming for you, so hide!
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