Reflection Of My Life With My Arms Extended - 1134 Words

One Someone once told me what I see is darkness. They told me that is all I can see and possibly all I will see. I have spent my life with my arms extended, always touching, always searching, always feeling my surroundings, always trying to understand what I couldn’t see. I have felt the presence of my brothers and sisters, but they never seem to feel or see me. Their eyes are always to the sky, as if expecting something to fall from the heavens. It matters not if they have sight. They are blind. There was a time before this, but I can’t recall anything but silence and darkness. It’s as if the first half of my life had been deleted. I remembered nothing, no sound, no scents, no familiar touches that might have given something away about†¦show more content†¦Many questions ran through my head, ‘Where am I going?’, ‘Who is this?’, ‘Why have you taken me?’, ‘Am I going to die?’. My stomach sank as the last que stion resonated inside me. Was I going to die? I felt too young to die. What did I do to deserve death? A gruff voice alarmingly close to my ear said, â€Å"Hey, shut up. You’re not going to die yet. You’ll see where we’re going soon,† before my mind could wander any further. ‘Are you-?’ â€Å"Yes,† he answered aloud. The earthy scent of the forest slowly transitioned into that of the city and the voice told me we were in front of a large structure built for government hostages. I was a hostage? What the hell was going to happen to me? The strong hands led me into the building, which from the sound of things, seemed to be empty. Our footsteps echoed in the deserted lobby and down a wide hallway, until the hands lead me carefully down several flights of stairs where they were stifled by concrete. The air was musty and humid down here. We took a few more steps until a metal door opened noisily. The hands pushed me into a confining box- o h, that makes sense. It was a lift. The lift shifted, and I began to feel woozy as it went down, down, down†¦ It seemed to take ages until it finally stopped and the metal doors once again opened noisily. I put my hands out instinctively until the man with the strong hands put them back at my side and lead me down a narrow corridor. A door opened heavily, and from