Trapped Within Society

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: June 04, 2018

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Trapped Within Society

Moving frantically. Avoiding the cameras. Always looking over my shoulder. This is what my life was like for years until the day, the day I arrived at this beautiful place with food, order and life.

I was so trapped in society’s ways of living that I was no longer living myself, just alive, trying to survive. I did not steal food because I wanted to cause problems. Or steal money to upset families. I stole because I needed to, so I would physically be alive today. I spent so much of my time deciding which shop had the least security or which people were the best to steal from. But what I didn’t realise is that being caught is the best thing that could have happened to me. I just wish it had happened sooner.

Looking back at that day that I was “caught” (given freedom as I like to think of it) I realise how desperate I was. I hadn’t eaten in 3 days, I had rent to pay in 48 hours and my daughters school trip fee. I knew that I needed to do something big, something that would keep me going for a while. I had the ability to do so, the mental strength and the physical devices needed. I was going to rob a bank. Stupid I know, and maybe I knew that deep down at the time but like I said I was desperate. I wanted to be able to do the little things for my daughter that every other parent could do, like taking her to the cinema or going to get an ice cream, but I couldn’t, it was like being trapped in my own home, unable to leave because everything costs now days. My home was more of a prison than where I am now.

It started as a normal day, I made my daughter her insufficient lunch, walked her to school and then walked back home. However, this time on the journey home I didn’t steal from the bakery on the corner or an apple from the fruit stool, this time I went home slowly, thinking about every possible outcome, taking in the basic scenery I hadn’t noticed before this day. The beautiful smell of fresh bread, the sound of the waterfall in the corner and the adventurous colours that covered the sky. I had walked this route hundreds of times but never actually looked at it, I guess it was just because I had always been focussing on what food my daughter needed or how much money the rent was. By the time I was home I had convinced myself it was the right thing to do. I unlocked my flat door walked straight over to my bed and pulled out my gun, it was heavier than I remembered, but it still had that same daunting look to it. Of course, it was not loaded as hurting someone is not in my nature. I then grabbed an empty gym bag and walked back out my prison, locking the door behind me.

I was at the bank within minutes, it was a small bank, rarely had anyone in it, but they are all the same really, filled with money. I started to tremble, the thoughts were rushing though my mind “should I do this” “what if it all goes wrong”. But those thoughts did not stop me because before I knew it I was in the bank waving my gun in the air like a crazy person. It all went so quick because less than 5 minutes later I was sitting in the back of a police van. But for some reason I felt more at ease than I ever have before, I didn’t have to move frantically or look over my shoulder or avoid the cameras.

 

You may be thinking about my daughter, well why wouldn’t you? I do. Every day. She means the world to me. However I must admit when I was first arrested all I felt was relief. The thought of my daughter only hit me at 3:30pm when in my head I heard the ringing of the school bell and I realised no one would be waiting at the school gate to collect her. So I screamed and shouted for an officer, he reassured me the school had been notified and my sister (who I haven’t spoken to in over 2 years) was willing to look after her until I was released.

I am not yet sure how long I am going to be in here but at this point I don’t want to leave. I am safe here. My daughter is safe out there. Everything is good. Right?


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