I can feel them coming. The footsteps of ten devils rolled into two. My heart is thumping, pounding out of my chest. Room 101 is my destination, I know it. I repeat emphatically in my head 'Don't take me, dont take me, why me?' The sweat in the palms of my hands begin to cause shivers down my spine.
The footsteps are getting closer and closer. I keep swallowing down the lump in my throat. Was I wrong all along to rebel against Big Brother? The flash forwards of me, lying in 101 approaching the end of my life.
Here they are. The thought police prodigies stare at my guilty eyes. I shake and stand with pale skin and a ghostly expression. Morbidity controls the children, It rules them like a dictator consuming control of his country.
This really is the end.
I can feel the presence. My heart is beating vigorously.
The door handle creaks down as the locks unlatch and my life becomes closer to it's end. My mind races at two billion seconds all at once.
This is it.
I tense and release, feeling consumed and bound by the chaos around me. "Swine" bombards my ears and invades every part of my tender body and silky mind. Is this the time? Right or wrong?
My mind just imagines room 101.
My death bed awaits.
Powerless.
Scared
Yearning for freedom.
SWINE.
I started my day , usually, with a peep out the window. They were there. Always there. A million and one questions ran through my head. Fighting, clashing, tearing each other apart. 'Why' was the winner and he prodded me like a hot summers day. All contained internally in the wave of my mind. These thoughts could have me burned to a crisp by the jurisdiction of the land. The Thought 'Police'.
I backed away slowly and sat with my comfortable, friend I refer to as silence. Big brother wasn't there physically but his presence was undeniably there.
He was watching me. Scrutinizing. Judging. Ready to pounce like a lion hunting its prey. I was the prey.
Am I afraid?