Shadows and scorn…

It isn’t easy, you know.

It proves how difficult it is to resist the situation you hate, while being powerless to change the outcome. The appearance begets oppression—justice has no authority within this walls.

It ended, and Sarah regained all awareness of her surroundings again. She sat up and glanced around the room only to see Mr. Tosh sitting before her. She promptly looked at the back corner, but the shadow-like figure with six arms was gone. 

“Where—where is that man, the six-arm guy?!” exclaimed Sarah.

“There was no man here,” answered Mr. Tosh.

Sarah groaned as she rubbed her temple. She wiped her face with her right-hand sleeve; it was blanketed with sweat. In truth, her entire upper body was covered in sweat. Sarah looked back at Mr. Tosh and said, “You know everything, yet don’t infer?”

“Yes.”

“But you do–somehow.”

“Yes, again.”

“What gives you the right? What gives you and whoever you serve the right?

“Did you ask your Father those questions?”

“ANSWER ME!!”

Mr. Tosh stood up, pushed his chair to the side, and knelt so close to hers that his nose was inches away from her face. Sarah was frightened but sat still as he spoke, “Our right is the force we have to make it our right. Your leaders betrayed the masses many years ago. Blame them. But you can’t because you voted them in. You argue over religion and murder the same people if it fits your agenda. You bicker about issues of personal freedom and would not hesitate to talk against freedom of choice if it suits your agenda. You and everyone else forsake their life when you refuse to fight for freedom. What is life if you leave it in the hands of people who hate your guts? Answer me that!”

Sarah was so scared and nervous yet suddenly felt a calmness in her soul. She looked at Mr. Tosh; her throat became less dry, and her eyes glazed strongly at him. She became firm, like the person who resisted senseless violence in her undergraduate days.

“Someone once told me that life is a horrible circle bound by truth and consequence paved with lies,” replied Sarah without hesitation. “I say that life is an experience worth risking because the rewards of sharing it with a friend or foe are so informational. Knowledge breaths more life into your soul to become more whole. 
What a manner to exist, to become the embodiment of perfection.”

Mr. Tosh, confused, backed up and looked at the guards. “Take her away; place her back into her fucking cell.”

Sarah was taken up and escorted to the door. She turned and said while leaving the room, “I loved life and all its wonders, alien. Maybe you should believe in the human spirit more.”

One of the guards hit her in the back, and she fell to the floor, rolling in pain. Her lip was busted, but as she was lifted up again, she uttered, “Interueniente…”

“Your sentence has increased an additional fifteen years,” said Mr. Tosh as the doors closed.