The Freedom of a Bad Dream

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Escape Release Forget

Written by Camrin Peacock

A deadening sensation overwhelmed Yuan's nerves as he allowed his body to mould to the cold steel. All felt numb with the exception of a monotonous beating in his chest similar to the ticking of a clock.  His eyes gently pealed open. He quickly examined the room realizing that there was a diminutive number of objects to examine, which included a cheap laminated table, two hyper extended steel folding chairs, and the emptiness of the small, dim, white room. This emptiness was suffocation him. Every breath he took began to feel more empty than the last. His suffering continued for only a few long minutes before a white man in uniform suddenly appeared in the chair opposite him. "Hello," said the white man with an almost Negro deep voice, which echoed through the small room." Your name is Yuan June Beck, correct?" Yuan stared blankly at the large white man. He was certain that the man was speaking English, but growing up in a small Chinese village  the only English terms he could recall learning were the basics of the dialect that of which, foreign backpackers had taught him as a small child. With his primitive understanding of the English language, he was able to recognize his own name, as well as, the words 'hello' and 'name'. Yuan politely nodded his head and grunted in an attempt to verbally greet the white man. The white man squinted curiously, but continued," very good. Now I have been informed that you have escaped from a group of Yakuza traders involved in the smuggling of Chinese men, women, and children." Yuan's eyes widened as another wispy grunt was released from his throat upon the mentioning of Yakuza. Yuan sat back as his mind suddenly  erupted with memories of confinement and imprisonment.  

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Yuan could still hear the weeping mothers and the cries of young children. Images of people crowded together within the large steel box like sardines in a can, began to fill his mind. Knock! Knock!  The white man quickly knocked twice on the table, the second knock, much louder than the first. The white man began to lean over the table shifting his weight onto  his forearm. His eyebrows curved in toward the centre of his face and his lips pursed momentarily before assertively saying, " sir please stay focused."The white man returned to his stiffened upright position with the ...

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