Descriptive Essay - Hunted And Oppressed - 971 Words

Hunted and oppressed. They have nothing better to do with their inhuman life s. They are falcons, yet I m feeble prey, fragile and forlorn, trying to escape being snatched up in an instance. Why is making my life a misery any beneficial to them? I will never understand. Pretending their life s are great, never better, but how could that be possible, false pretences to subdue their inner conscience and to accept the truth by never breaking away from their blood-thirsty and voracious lifestyles — which they have become accustomed. Sneaking up for their next power fix. There victory is a forgone conclusion, their ego at my weak expense guaranteed. Feeding of me like prey, leaving energised and buzzing, consequently, I felt drained and†¦show more content†¦Why did I just run from them? Why did I not just accept they were going to swoop down on me at a vast speed? They would have caught me anyway, I should have taken the pain there and then, but I hoped there was a chance. Just thinking of them made me so upset, upset that I can never stand up to them. Pursuing on my laborious walk home, I pretended that their attack was oblivious, trying to erase the vivid event from my memory till I got safety back home. No one must know. I could not sleep that night. I realised. I finally realised everything. I realised why I just ran away from them. I realised why I was just like prey to them. I realised it all. The intricate, complex crowd ensnared them. Controlled by their own group they created and I knew, without a doubt, that they behaved in a way in which anyone who is not part of it is unable to understand. But I did. They all squawk when one squawks; They all devour when one devours; They all attack when one attacks. It suddenly remembered me of that horrific feeling of being trapped like a defenceless rabbit, being so scared of what could happen, ergo being paralysed and transfixed by your surroundings. Not knowing what the future held frightened me and I had no one to run to. I was only running from my fears, suffering in unbearable pain, conversely, this was my only coping mechanism. Is this my life for the rest of the school year ? At first, I thought that if I gave it time, then