Solitary Confinement

This was an assignment from the Diving Deeper Creative Writing group here- to write for 20 minutes straight, without editing, from nothing but the prompt of 'solitary confinement'. Here's what came out of me.



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I was not meant for participation in humanity. Solidarity of my soul will come only in solitude. I'm strong enough to keep this vow, if not to protect my own sanity then to protect the world around me.
Take it away, was all she could say when I came out at last, tiny and barely breathing after eight months of growth fueled by my mother's will to expel me and nourished by a cocktail of chemicals. Maybe that's where it started. Maybe that's why I'm this way; the reason that the moment my mother cast me away to return to her heroin coma she exploded into seizures and expired. The reason that the nurse who held me close, raised me and protected me, can never die, and will exist in a state of limbo until the end of eternity, accidentally tortured for her love. The reason that my dreams turn true when I awake, and those who cause my nightmares burn out before either of us can realize what's happening. Maybe it was my mother's drugs, or maybe her hate. It doesn't matter so much anymore, the past. I am an unexplainable, unjustifiable little flamethrower. I'd have killed myself a long time ago, if it wasn't for the knives bending backwards as they touched my wrists and neck, or the ropes melting into sand, trickling down over me as I fell into a sobbing heap next to countless chairs. My mind is an externality, and finally, I have caged it.
If this is found, know that you must not seek me out. This is a letter of solace to those who know of me. I have taken myself out of the world, and I won't be a danger any longer.
I am a castle in the hillside, alone and undiscovered. There are thousands of rooms to wander through, places inhabited hundreds of years ago. I can still feel the breath of the people who walked here. I hear them speak sometimes, from far away and years back, pieces of conversation stuck in the air. I haunt with them, the ghosts I cannot alter or harm. Echoes, to keep me company in rooms of stone and metal and thead-bare tapestry. They are gone, and I am here indefinitely, and so we form a little family of never-ending thought and imprint.
I digress. The reason for this declaration, this letter of apology, is not to tell you of my new home or my fate. I warn you, instead, that I am always here. The soul that can take humanity back to the dark ages will live on with you as a blight, perhaps a punishment. Our species has become one whose members should not be proud to belong to. A baby is born, and given the power to stop time, to end or extend life, to breathe vitality and inflict violence for miles. No one should have that power, that burden. I was born to keep you in check, and I cannot bear that burden. You have been given a reprieve. A chance to begin again, to lift yourselves from the muck you've been bathing in.
I will confine myself forever if I must. Until the day this planet dies, I will remain alone and docile under one condition. Resume your places as protectors of the lives you've been given, and I will happily continue my confinement. I will watch, and if the skies continue to darken and the road continues to crumble, if mothers too high to care for lives of babies and men too drunk on power to care for the lives of anything outside of themselves continue to rule and proliferate, confinement will be suspended.
I have every hope in you all.
A.S.

According to a letter dated two days ago, the notorious Anabel Simon has disappeared. There have been no reports of any disturbances or sightings of the so-called “L.A. Demon-girl,” supporting the widespread speculation that the letter is not indeed a hoax. However, it is imperative to keep in mind the threatening nature of the letter and the immense danger of the continued existence of such a creature. The president has just issued the following statement-

''We should all remain vigilant. Despite any claims of peace on the part of Simon she is a dangerous, volatile, psychopathic and uncontrollable individual. We are very close to generating a method of destroying her, and so any information on her whereabouts is vital. I understand that there have been claims from a few outliers that she could very well prove to be a savior of humanity; the legendary 'fountain of youth' in the form of a woman. I assure you, this is entirely untrue and unfounded. Anabel Simon is, as I have stated, uncontrollable and therefore an immense danger. I will do everything in my power to rid the world of this clear and immediate danger before she can cause any further harm. Thank you, God bless, and good night.''

A valiant and reassuring statement indeed from the Commander in Chief. Stay tuned for more news and updates at 10.