I place my right hand along the window and look out towards the trees that stand in front of it. I long for the freedom of being outside of the room in which I am trapped. Time and time again I try to get the attention of passerby civilians, none of whom look in my direction. Tears stream down my face as I realize there is no escape from this room. This horrible, horrible, room.

      It is at that moment that someone looks in my direction and sees me crying. For a single moment my hopes return, and once again they all vanish from my mind as the man looks away and continues his journey. He is probably one who does not interfere with other people's affairs, I think to myself, trying to brighten the moment. I will never be free now, I think, Why do I even try?

      I cry for the rest of the afternoon; all my hopes crushed. Who knew ignoring someone for a single moment could destroy their life?