Trapped: Verb: Being held and being prevented from escaping or getting free.

I see things that I do not want to see.

So I close my eyes.

I take a deep breath.

And almost for an instant do I feel like I’m someone else, somewhere besides here.

I feel the piercing pain of the rings and charm bracelet upon the back of my neck.

Goosebumps form on my arms, and the hairs on my neck prick up.

And I tumble down into the corner of a platform on a stairway.

I have wanted to disappear for as long as I can remember, but I know that I cannot disappear, for I fret what the authorities would tell them were I to be found.

I would go to my “Auntie’s” house, but she has her own family to take care of.

The sharp nails of the owner charm bracelet, and the ring sink into my fragile skin, making my unhealthily milky complexion appear an intoxicating pink where those two intricate objecrs struck my skin.

I am then shoved down the rest of the stairway, and hear a thunderous “Crack!” from my ankle.

I manage to pull myself up before I can be touched again. I hobble to a window, because I know that all of the doors will be locked, and I smash my fist through it.

Blood begins to drizzle from where the glass hit my hand, but I do not pause to feel the pain. Instead, I push myself through the window.

I then run out into the yard, and then pause for a moment in the driveway knowing that I will not be reached until all of the locks and bolts on the door are opened.

I then see a limo approaching speedily.

I try to move, but my ankle gives in, and I plummet to the ground.

I look up to see blinding headlights in my eyes.

And then it dawns on me:

This is what it feels like to be trapped.