I woke up from my sleep. The room was still dark. I folded my bedsheets neatly and stood up. I enjoyed the still cool air in the darkness for a moment. Then I prepared to pack for my stuff.
Two pairs of clothes, a watch, some cash, 2 pack of cigarettes, diaries and a small wooden box. As I finished packing the few belongings I had, the sun slowly started to seep through the room through the small window and awakened the world.
Breakfast was served. I finished the same old bread and prepared myself. I changed my clothes. A white top and blue jeans. No longer a uniform but it still felt dull and restrictive.
I looked at myself in the small mirror.
There stood an old man with wrinkles and moles on the face. The eyes wore deep and looked almost sad.
So different. So much different from when I had stood at the same place the first time I had been here.
The hair drooped and faded. But yet the eyes still sparkled and faintely showed some sort of an excitement.
" I should get some new clothes... " I thought to myself.
The metal door opened and I walked out with only a brown carriage on my left hand.
The guard passed me a bank account with the money I had saved. I signed some forms and it was over.
The guard chuckled and said " Hope I don't see you again here sir. "
I gave a bitter smile and walked out.
I am out.
There is no one. I did not look back at what was home to me for the past 17years.
