It was dark yet at the same time warm. This was the prison cell of my own mother's womb. I have been here for a few months, that was when I saw a white light and beyond I saw a man surrounded by the light. Is this man the one who will save me from my prison cell? 

The man held me up and out of nowhere he spanked me. It hurt so I cried and the more I cried the happier the man was. This person is no savior his evil, while I kept on crying I saw her for the first time my mother.

The man who kept on spanking me was a so called doctor,and the man who was sitting beside my mom inside this prison cell known as the hospital was my so called Father.

We stayed inside the prison cell called the hospital for another day then afterwards my father and mother brought to smaller prison cell called a house, and as if that wasn't enough they even placed me in an even smaller prison cell called the crib. Well the crib wasn't as tight as my mother's womb in fact it was a bit spacious. 

Months have passed since I came into this prison cell called a house, and it seem liked my parent's tried their very best to amuse me. The most amusing thing that I couldn't figure out was the entertainment called 'peek-a-boo', for some reason while staring at my parents they suddenly disappear then suddenly reappear with a funny looking face. Still after awhile things got less amusing, then they started to fill the prison cell known as the crib with random objects called 'toys'. These toys where more amusing than I thought they would be, but not all of them are fun, I wanted more of them I wanted to see more amusing toys.

After my parents introduction to toys nothing else major happened, well there was that one time I said my first words my parents' started to freak out, but that was it the more I talk the creepier they became, and four years passed by just like that.

Once I turned four my parents' showed me one of the worst prison cells I will ever encounter, it was school. They gathered us all in one room to have a so called social interaction. At first it was simple things like talking and proper manners, but as time passed when I turned seven it started to become tedious. The school teachers would require me to read history, science, language, and so forth. Still talking about the same thing for a whole week and then doing some quizzes to review said subject seem so slow and really tedious. I never understood my classmates the teacher kept on repeating the same thing and sometimes they even just let us read a random topic and the following day there would be a quiz, still even with all that preparation most of them would get depressed and angry. If that wasn't bad enough if you do well in class my classmates seem to look at me with hate in their eyes and talk to me sarcastically while the teachers' praise me. On the other hand if I do badly in my academics my classmates would laugh at my failure or look at me indifferently, not only that my teachers' would try to consult me, and my parents' would scold me. I don't like either of those things happening to me, so I settled with just average grades. When I tried keeping a low profile and getting average grades it got less bothersome, still I wonder why nobody noticed that I have exactly an 80% grade in all my subjects? 

So with that my prison cell which was the school kept on repeating those tedious days without freedom. 

Years have passed and I'am now a high school student, not much has change over the years, I was still stuck in my prison cells which is my house and school. No matter what I try to do it seems like everyplace was like a prison cell, with different jailers and wardens. I continued my days doing the same tedious things, when one day something different happened. I received an email from a girl who was supposedly one of my classmates. She asked me if I could me her at the park after school. 

Intrigued by the sudden summons I went to meet her. when I reached the meeting place their she was waiting under the shade of tree. Our eyes met and for some reason everything seems to stop on that very moment. 

I unconsciously held my breath, I felt tense for some reason, this was the first time I felt this. While I was contemplating on this very weird event the girl broke the silence.

"Hello sorry for bothering you with that email." The moment when she spoke, not only broke the silence, but it made the time that stopped flow again. What kind of fantasy am I thinking about.

"No it really isn't much of a bother, so may I know what you need from me?" 

The girl suddenly started explaining her interest in me. She noticed that even though I was there in class but to her it felt like I was just a ghost. So  the more she noticed me the more she wanted to know more about me. This girl the way she looked slim waist, not too small nor to big a chest and even has a tight ass, an athletic body. Normally this kind of girl would be popular with a lot of guys so why is she bothering me? 

When I asked her why? She answered simply "Because I think I actually fell in love with you."

Love one of the things I never truly understood. I know for one my parents love me and I the same, still that isn't the love this girl was describing. This girl was describing the kind of love between those of the opposite gender. 

"What is love?" Those were the words I so thoughtlessly blurted out. 

"I don't really understand much about it either, but isn't this tugging of my heart, and my thoughts filled of you, love?" 

"That is not love that is mere curiosity. If that is all then, my answer is I'm sorry I cannot date you or love you, without even understanding what that means. Still I might consider falling in love with you, if you are able to save me from my prison cells." After telling her that I left, hearing her shouting, "What prison cells?!"

The following days after that made me feel like the prison cells weren't actually that bad. The girl continued to pester me, regarding love and such. She would often ask me why I always kept a low profile, so I answered her honestly I don't like the noise, yet she wouldn't believe my answer. 

The sneaky girl even followed me home once and introduced herself to my parents. They started questioning me if she was my girlfriend, my lover to be exact. I would deny it as often as possible but like everyone else they don't seem to believe me. If that wasn't enough she forced me to meet her parents when we started college. Yes she indeed followed me to the school I applied for, she really was persistent.

When I met her parents they seem to understand the troubles I been going through. I thought that this girl might actually be the key to my freedom, that these somehow miraculous days would continue on. Yet like all dreams, you will eventually wake up to reality.

It was like any other day she was just standing there at the front of the hallway she looked at me and smiled, she out of nowhere asked "Have I finally  released you from your prison cell?" Those where the last words she spoke to me before she collapsed.

The events that transpired afterwards had no miracles to speak of. She was brought to the ICU, in which she only lasted about three days not once waking up. Her parents cried by my shoulders, for the whole night of her death.

She couldn't escape either until the end she died in a prison cell, of love, and now she was being placed in the final prison cell the coffin. I too will someday die never knowing what its like to be out of the prison cell. 

On the day of her burial her parents smiled at me and told me that they were grateful their daughter met me. I couldn't comprehend it but what happened after they said that was weird, tears kept on falling they were mine, the tears I have never shed since she died seem to flow out relentlessly. I couldn't understand why were they thanking me? Why were they grateful, not once did I respond to their daughter's never ending confession of love. Until the end I only kept up with the status quo of being her friend. So why then were they thankful?

After her death and the words her parents told me, I returned to the boy I was before I met her. Simply existing wishing for a freedom that will never come.

College life became a bit duller, and as time went by I was in need to satisfy some of my more primitive urges.  

Tick tock tick tock, time kept on flowing and I graduated going onward toward the prison cell that will take up most of my life, the company.  This prison cell was simple enough work so you can live. Doing the same menial task over and over again day in and day out, this was my routine for the next couple of decades. 

Over the years not much has happened, the only thing notable would be the death of my parents. They were kind parents and their deaths gave me no small amount of grief. Even in the end they kept on pushing me to get married, I too until the end kept denying their simple request. I'm not sure why I have done so but I think it's because marriage is just another prison cell to chain me down even more, as if I don't already have been to enough prison cells in my life. 

Still life was a lonely little prison cell, no amount of luxury could have made me happy. Years and years have passed by and finally I was in the final stretch of my life. No family to take care of me so I sent myself to a senior center, in there I lived the last days of my life.

I was in my rocking chair when I felt my heart tighten I couldn't breath. So this is it the moment of my death. While my thoughts was starting to get foggy and my vision slowly turning into darkness, I remember that girl, that one silly girl waiting for me in under that old tree in the park. Those where my final thoughts when everything turned to nothingness. 

....

"Huh?" I couldn't feel my body, I couldn't feel anything, I tried opening my eyes but it stayed shut. I could still hear my thoughts... So even in the end I couldn't escape the prison cell that was my body. Will I stay like this for all eternity is this really what comes after? While I was contemplating I heard a voice, it told me to open my eyes. 

I did try again and unlike before my eyes actually opened and I saw the light. In front me was a gate or something similar, it was grand majestic gate, a gate impossible to recreate with human hands. Beyond that gate came the light, I walked towards it. When I drew near I saw someone probably the gate keeper. 

I couldn't really discern what he looks like that light surrounding him was blinding me. Still I could make an educated guess as to who he is and why I'm here.

"Welcome can you please tell me about your life." The gatekeeper asked with a mellow and kind voice. I answered the only answer I know.

"My life was simply a prison cell." I couldn't see his face but I knew the gatekeeper was smiling.

"Then from here on, you are free." The gatekeeper made grandiose gesture pointing at the gate. The gate opened and when I looked at was beyond there. 

I saw a familiar girl with her familiar smile wearing the school uniform from when I first met her.