The+Cell

Today we wrote for 10 minutes about this image:

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 * My Mark - Adithi **

Outside, all I can see is a barren wasteland. I heave a sigh - it’s no use. For a month now, I have been locked in this place, praying that someone will come and get me out. Nothing happens. No one comes. No one believes me. I’m just a criminal. My bed clothes lay on the floor in a tangled mess. My pillow is stained with drool. A putrid aroma of onion and urine fills the air. I hate my food which is passed through a narrow slit on the door.The dents that I’ve made are vivid on the cream walls. As I sit on the solid mattress, thoughts tumble in my head. Was I even here in the first place?The door is graffitied, probably the others who were in this cell had made their mark. Robert Louis I carefully print on the door. There ,thats my mark, so everyone knows that I was here for no reason.


 * HELL IN A CELL - Mustafa **

LOOKING AROUND ALL I SEE IS EMPTINESS SURROUNDING ME. EVERYTHING’S HOLLOW. ALL I HEAR IS MY ECHO OF “HELP!” ONCE A DAY I GET THROWN A PLATE OF UNPLEASANT SMELLING HALF BURNT FOOD. ALL THE FOOD TASTES EITHER BURNT OR RAW - NEVER HAS IT TASTED DECENT. THE FEELING OF LONELINESS CIRCLES ME. BEING TRAPPED IN A HELL CELL ISN'T AS EASY TO SURVIVE AS IT SEEMS. ALL DAY I SIT ON MY PETRIFYING COLD BED AND WAIT AS DAY AND NIGHT PASS. MY THOUGHTS ARE ALWAYS THE SAME ”WHY AM I HERE, AND WHAT HAVE I DONE?” I DON’T SAY ANYTHING JUST A SMALL WHISPER ESCAPES MY MOUTH, “HELP.”


 * The Cell - by Aarti **

I wake up in the cell. What happened to me? How did I get here? My memory is completely blank. I look around. The walls are stained with food and something else I’d rather not think about. A once clean floor is covered with layers of dust and grime.The air smells stale and is laced with rotten food, perspiration and something else that makes me throw up on the floor like many before me. The dirty toilet I have to use makes my stomach churn unpleasantly again. I’m sitting on a cold mattress by the window. It was the only source of light. I peer out of the window, wiping the dirt away for a clearer vision and I almost wish I hadn’t. The view is bleak, empty and free of any living things. A flap opens up and a tray is pushed through. The hand disappears, leaving the flap swinging eerily. I can hardly stomach the food. A torn piece of stale bread with green mould growing on the side. It’s accompanied by a bowl of thin cabbage soup that tastes like water and overcooked cabbage.

** Trapped By Malisha **
Lost in my mind. Confused. Why is this happening to me? I lay there in my cell looking through the old window. Nothing. The sense of fear comes into my head. Where am I ? Had I been drugged so i didn’t know where I was going? Am I being held hostage? I have no visitors. No one ever comes. Only the door slightly opens and a disgusting plate of food enters the awful cell. A month has passed and the sense of fear keeps coming to my mind. I’m losing it day by day. The cell gets dirtier and dirtier. Stains of finger marks on the door from people desperately wanting to get out. The worst thing I see everyday is the creepy skulls and bones hidden in the closet. There’s no point trying to get out because I know that the cell will be my home forever...