Illegitimi Non Carborundum
I love myself. I love myself. I love myself. I love myself. I’ve been trapped in this jail cell for 472 days. I haven’t seen a single soul for longer than I can remember. I can’t help but sit by this window waiting to catch a glimpse of a bird taking flight. The white bird that I used to see so often. Have you left me here to fend for myself, bird? Have you found paradise beyond these discolored clouds?
I close my journal and wrap my arms around my long legs. It seems that they can’t help but getting longer while I will them to shrink. A monster like me should not take up more space than I should. As I cower in the corner I hear a knock on the door and my lunch slides through the opening. I hesitantly crawl over to it to examine. Ah, it’s the brown goop they serve on Thursdays. As I finish my plate obediently, I find a letter stating that I will be summoned to the Black Room tomorrow at 10 am. So they finally decided to put me down. Maybe its for the best. I fall asleep to the sounds of torturous screams that surround me.
The next morning I wake up in a soft silk bed and tapestries surrounding all four walls. My aching limbs tell me i’ve been unconscious for days. As I started to …show more content…
Ive exerted myself too much for the first time i've used my super strength. He tells me stories when he thinks i'm asleep. Personal stories that make my heart crack in two. His father, The Supreme beat him every day for all 19 years of his life. Extra beatings on his birthday. He hates his position and wants to live a normal life. His cruelty comes from his survival instinct. I start chiming in and soon I've learned to enjoy his company. One night I notice the tattoo again and ask him what it means. He hesitates before he answers “Illegitimi Non Carborundum, don't let the bastards get you down.” I like that. I've always let other people define me. Maybe it's time to be comfortable in my own skin as you can
I love myself. I love myself. I love myself. I love myself. I’ve been trapped in this jail cell for 472 days. I haven’t seen a single soul for longer than I can remember. I can’t help but sit by this window waiting to catch a glimpse of a bird taking flight. The white bird that I used to see so often. Have you left me here to fend for myself, bird? Have you found paradise beyond these discolored clouds?
I close my journal and wrap my arms around my long legs. It seems that they can’t help but getting longer while I will them to shrink. A monster like me should not take up more space than I should. As I cower in the corner I hear a knock on the door and my lunch slides through the opening. I hesitantly crawl over to it to examine. Ah, it’s the brown goop they serve on Thursdays. As I finish my plate obediently, I find a letter stating that I will be summoned to the Black Room tomorrow at 10 am. So they finally decided to put me down. Maybe its for the best. I fall asleep to the sounds of torturous screams that surround me.
The next morning I wake up in a soft silk bed and tapestries surrounding all four walls. My aching limbs tell me i’ve been unconscious for days. As I started to …show more content…
Ive exerted myself too much for the first time i've used my super strength. He tells me stories when he thinks i'm asleep. Personal stories that make my heart crack in two. His father, The Supreme beat him every day for all 19 years of his life. Extra beatings on his birthday. He hates his position and wants to live a normal life. His cruelty comes from his survival instinct. I start chiming in and soon I've learned to enjoy his company. One night I notice the tattoo again and ask him what it means. He hesitates before he answers “Illegitimi Non Carborundum, don't let the bastards get you down.” I like that. I've always let other people define me. Maybe it's time to be comfortable in my own skin as you can