The Arena

You'll never know what hit you......Beginning doesn't always entail a happy memory, most of the time- in reality- it's something you wish to never speak of; a blur in the back of your head that you try hard to erase. Mostly like my very own story.Going to clubs was never an enticing idea to me; human contacts more than anything unnerved me. The feeling of someone's rancid sweat in your skin, or someone's sour breath in your face was never an appealing sensation. In my line of perspective it was obscene seeing bodies grinding together like slithering worms in a pool of salty water, showering with sexual hormones.But I have no choice, never would again. It wasn't my undoing and so I led myself to believe from then on.Unintelligible words of a modern song-- Rap as they call it-- from an artist I barely knew traveled through the walls, bouncing back and forth like an en

From now on you'd be Red Fox.......Realization only struck us when we couldn't get what we wanted, killing our hope and forcing us to adapt. Out of nowhere, two men came; without words they grabbed my stiff arms and dragged my almost lifeless body like a sack of thrash. I was in no condition to fight or even survey the surroundings, my eyes where shut from the injuries I earned mere minutes ago. Though a certain smell lingered in my nose: a mixture of damp earth, molds and freshly cut grass.The dragging took time, for me it was like an hour long but it could also be minutes. I couldn't be so sure; my world turned upside down in a sluggish motion.That I hadn't notice that they stopped at once. A metal knob turned followed by a grunting from one of the men. I was lifted higher to ground then spontaneously dropped on a hard mattress. "She'll do fine, let's ge

There's no way out.......No wounds totally heal, it always leave marks. Scars are the reminder of our past that no matter how deep we bury them, there will still be a glimmer that makes us remember.Drip. Drip. Drip. I stared at the blood on my hands as it dripped on the whites of my shoes, staining them. I was tainted and no one could change that, I had killed someone. They turned me into a killer. I wished to turn the clock back but there was no way. Again, I wasn't given a choice: it was my only way to survive.A thug on my shirt pulled me out from my melancholia.My ears were bombarded with loud angry shouting. The masked monsters cursed for their lost.Fucking fight! Beginner's Luck! Give my fucking money back! A fucking joke! A fucking waste of money!

Kill Marshall......We become like the things we repeatedly do, the litlle habits that composed ourselves. My body soon fell into the irregular rhythm of my captor's place. I didn't know how I followed with the time. I think it was been a month but it could also been a year; too much has changed that if I got the chance to look in the mirror I wouldn't probably recognize myself. I became a different person on the outside but mostly on the inside.I lived every single day of my stay in the place with a constant fear of it being my last breathing day. The bugging feeling that I would never see the light of the mighty sun, killed me every single waking time that I wished to stay with the haunting eyes.The owner of the note hasn't reveal itself thus adding to my constant paranoia.I trained everyday; they needed me fit. I took series of vitamins an

Yes, you just got promoted in hell......."Ring-a-ring-a-roses,A pocket full of posies;Ashes! Ashes!We all fall down.......Ring a ring a Rosie,A bottle full of posie,All the girls in our town,Ring for little Jodie."I was awaken by a voice of a singing little girl. I pried my eyes open and saw two little brown gems looking at me with such amusement.I smiled at her and she smiled back in return. What is she doing here? She must be only a hallucination, how could there be a little angel in the hell kind of place. Maybe, I was about to die and she was to take me with her? But that would be insane. If there were such thing as heaven and hell, m