Literary Magazine 2015 Literary Force Magazine Vol. 1 | Page 41

hiding in the attic if the enemies got to our home . But then I realized , wouldn ’ t life still be the same ? Even if I had to be protected when I slept , I ’ d still be imprisoned . The level of imprisonment would not matter ; I was still trapped in a bubble that I could not pop . I looked at the covered window and fell asleep with the thought of freedom still fresh in my mind .
I dreamt of how my life would be if I weren ’ t a princess . Life would be so much easier , so much simpler . In the back of my mind , I hear myself yelling with joy as I play with the maids ’ children . I wished that I was the daughter of one of the maids . They were careless and free , enjoying every second of their childhood . For them , it was a never-ending summer . As I dreamt of having the time of my life , I hear my mom yelling at me to come back inside . Gunshots could be heard from a distance . Even if I left my room to go out to the beautiful field , I ’ d never be free . There are too many borders for me to cross . Too many obstacles a 15-year old could not deal with . I heard the gunshots getting closer , and I went back inside . Not because the gunshots frightened me , but the reality of my life did . I ran up to my room and ran to my glass window . I opened the curtains and before my eyes , the roses began to die and turn a bloody red . They were wilting , they lost their precious magic . The gunshots got closer and the field turned grey and dull . They were going to invade my home , for that matter , everything . The field lost its magic because the potential freedom was gone .
I woke up , tears trickled down my cheeks . I felt my face heating up . The nightmare had ended . No , I was living the nightmare . I could hear a voice telling me I had to enjoy the little beauty the field had left . I unlatched the window and opened it . I smelled the nature and indulged it , before running outside to enjoy the freedom I had left . I knew it wouldn ’ t last long . I could already hear the gunshots from a distance .

By : Leslie Luqueno