username + number: Ucanthandleme + 809102
name: Obe
time they felt free/trapped:
A fly. Wings buzzing as many different colours rolled over its eyes, many angles in its vision. Beady eyes twisted and swiveled, searching, looking, watching, what was it looking for? Floating, dust passing infront, the microscopic world in full display, a lint ball, a old hairtie, a tap with a bead of water clinging to the end. Swooping down it lay on the edge of the tap, twisting its front legs it began caressing them over its mouth and eyes as if to freshen up before a meal. Turning around it lept off the tap, once again continuing its journey. Many things it past, all until it saw that… a blue sky. Birds perched on trees fluttering too and fro between the leaves, small bees buzzing, a fresh wide outside unexplored. Zipping fast it plastered itself against the window becoming highly irritated as the seemingly invisible barrier between itself and the outside world.
Then as it became more distraught by the fact it could not leave it smelled a fragrant scent very close by. Eventually its eyes fell target on a plush green plant. An enticing allure this scent held, but despite this the fly was still tentative of the meal infront of it. One foot, then other and after a few more steps of no danger it gained much courage, delving into eating the sweet scented nectar. However, it was unknowing of the danger ahead, one small step to much. SNAP! A tight cage enveloping it body, the sweet treat was now its doom, sticking to its legs making it unable to get free. The body of the fly struggled but the cage around it only got tighter. The fly had been caught by the flytrap.
Obe marveled at display, the flys absolute demise, unable to break free of the trap. Yet its seemingly trapped nature bought not an ounce of pity from him. Not because he was not empathetic, nor because he did not care for the flys life. No, it was merely that he could not pity another when he himself was in the same situation. Looking around, Obe laughed into the empty room. He looked outside the window and just like the fly he too wished he could go outside, but reality hit when he looked down, the window was unable to be opened, the front door was barred, not even a lock for him to attempt to pick. There was no escape. Trapped. Even if he did escape, he gave a sneer to the long stretch of forest outside, well, he wouldn't be able to survive anyway.
Allergic to the world, his face on a magazine cover, laying on his coffee table. He was trapped. Not by another, but instead by his own body which could not stand the outside world. He looked at the fly, the one that had long stopped struggling and wondered if he too would be bound in the flytrap known as his body for the rest of his life?
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