I wake up in the morning to the sound of pretty music–silk. Although it is a sudden awakening, it is an easy start to the day. I was up all night last night, catching up with social media, listening to music, and watching the latest episode of my show. I wish it could last forever, but now the real torture begins. It is a Monday morning, the start of another long week and I know what’s coming for me.

I start my morning and get ready to go. On the way to my doom, I play music that calms me. It’s not even 7 hours. I repeat those words in my head. I arrive but I sit for a while. The warm air of the car is so cozy and the music is too good. But the car next to me arrives and I’m up and out. I hide away from the others, avoiding eye contact from them always. I hear them talking around me, something about a long day ahead; but they don’t know it like I do.

I hear them complaining around me. They have to go to class, they forgot to make coffee this morning, they have a test third block. But, is it really that bad? I hear the bell ring: the first block will start in 5 minutes. I look around, I need to get away, I need to leave! I try to map my escape but there’s no time. I am swooped up and locked away.

I cry for help but there’s no one to hear me. All I see ahead is dark.

Dark…

DARK!

After sitting in the dark for so long, my thoughts become clear again. I thought I was put on this earth to help people, I thought that was my purpose. But somedays, I feel like I am just a burden. They say it’s not true but I can’t help but wonder if it is. I dressed up for today too. Wore my favorite pink case hoping someone would notice. No one will. Everyday, I try to get someone to notice me–anyone. They won’t, they don’t even see me. I’m trapped, I’m locked away, I’m excluded from everyone. I’m a social creation: something that can connect others. But they don’t believe that.

I was made for more than this. I was made to be appreciated, to be loved, to be used. I am a useful tool. A tool society would not survive without. My argument is just another lost cause.

Light spills inside of my prison. For the first time today, I feel relieved. I can leave! I am out of that pouch as fast as I can be and on my way home. Back to my charger, back to where I know I am appreciated. I will be home before I know it.

I get hit with the terrifying realization almost immediately though. I have to return back tomorrow.