MIA

You're wondering why they brought you here, why people in black suits broke your door open carrying guns and wearing armour and flashing lights at your face. They dragged you out of your own house and into an unmarked van where you don't remember anything about the journey or how you ended up here in this room with no windows and three men with no expressions on their faces, staring at you as if you're a specimen in a biology experiment.

Theres a distinct smell in the air of the room that you're in. After spending time in the gym almost every day, you'd think by now you'd get used to the smell of sweat. But this was different, it was a mixture of ciggrette smoke and sweat and tension. It gets you a bit naseuos when you first inhale it, then you get used to it,slowly.


The man behind you,from the mirror on your left, looks like he's 5 months pregnant and he's got a donut in his hand. His beard is full of crumbs of what was probably his last meal.
You look to your left, next to the pillar of this cell and there standing next to it is a man who seems to be anorexic and almost blended into the wall. He's smoking what seems to be a cigarette that needs to be put out or it might just burn his lips.

The third man, probably in his late 30's is sitting in front of you with a strange expression on his face, the kind you get from your school principal when he calls you up and you're not sure whether he's going to shake your hand or slap you across the face. He's got some files in his hands that he's flipping over and over and checking something repeatedly.

You get frustrated by all this, and think that its about time they tell you whats going on here,

"Where am i??Who are you??" are the first words that come out or your mouth. There's no answer from anyone. That really sets your trigger off, they brought you here unwillingly, broke into your own house and they keep silent!. You cant take anymore of this. You struggle to get out of our seat, but the shiny metal handcuffs just cut deeper into your wrists.

"I know my rights!!, You can't bring me in here for no reason!!Let me out NOW!!!!", your voice goes coarse and then all is silent again.

The middle aged man in front of you, stands up and asks you, in a very strict manner,

"When is it taking place?!"

You are stumbled by this question, what ever is he talking about.

You tell him you dont understand,

"When is it taking place?Where are your members?! Tell us now and we'll give you a light sentence!"

These words get you scared, and you mumble words to your self which you cant make out.
The two men behind you and on your left come closer to you, they look closely at you with judgemental eyes like they can see right through you.

You're mind is racing to find some answers,
The man repeats himself like a broken jukebox each time raising his voice. You can tell he's getting frustrated and irritated.

"I really dont know what you're talking about!!! Let me go now!!"..."You've got the wrong man!!...please!!.."

No one seems to be listening to you, the man infront of you gives a grunt like he's giving up, or maybe he has to move to another way of getting information out of you.

You're thinking all kinds of things, thoughts that would make anyone shiver.

You try one last time.. " Please.. you've got the wrong man...I've never done anything wrong in my life!!!...please!!..."

"You think we're going to believe that, we cant take anymore chances now.. You better tell us now or we're going to keep you locked up!..." "I'll give you one more chance to think and tell me...what's the plan and where are your group members??!!"

You cant believe it, all your life, all you got is a speeding ticket...that can't be it. You just cant think of anything else, sweat trickles down your forehead and you lips are still shivering. You're just hoping that this is a bad dream, you just want to go home and lie down.

The three men talk silently together and they signal something towards the mirror on the left and instantly two men who are supposedly guards come in the room. They uncuff ur hands and pick you up. The three men look at you, and you look back at them.

This is your last chance to save yourself, get something out of your mind to delay the process, you scroll through your life on what you've done and you stumble across.....


"NO..NO..NO..but that was 20 years ago, It was a joke!!!! I never meant anything I said, Believe me!!! ....

"No one used to read my blog anyway!!!!!!"

(Idea adapted from The Pelican, October 2007)
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