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Guilt Taylor

I woke up still in the locker, still trapped; I could barely breathe from the smell of it all and the sensation of bugs crawling over my skin and the filth that clung to me, all of it was overwhelming.

A part of me reached out and felt the area around me lit up like a Christmas tree, in shades of red, black, grey and brown. Then came the images.

Flashes, scenes moments; a carnival of sin flowed past my eyes.

A boy pinning a girl against a wall as he kissed her, and she squirmed trying to get away.

A computer screen filled with an image of a naked child.

A bag of white powder exchanging hands.

A group of white teens mercilessly beating a black man.

Theft.

Bullying.

Murder.

Infidelity.

Arson.

Rape.

Racism.

And amidst it all, again and again I watched myself shoved into the locker from dozens of angles, heard my own cries for help as the locker passed in and out of my line of sight.

It disgusted me. Wrong. All of it was so wrong and yet they went about their day as if they deserved the right to sleep peacefully when they went home at night. That thought more than anything triggered a rage within me.

Here they were polluting a world that was already beyond fucked up, and acting like it was their God given right to trample on others. And in that moment the filth I was trapped with seemed inconsequential. What was physical filth, no matter how disgusting, in comparison to all the human garbage which surrounded me?

It was nothing and these people who were pretending to be human were both less and more. They all held even less value in my eyes yet they were so much more in that they spread their decay to those they persecuted.

An inarticulate scream worked its ways out past my teeth at the injustice of it all, and in the wake of that scream silence fell.

All day there had been at least some scattered noise that I could hear from within my metal coffin but now absolute silence had fallen.

For about a minute that silence remained unbroken before the sound of crying filled the air. At first it was a soft noise barely more than a sniffle but it grew in volume as more voices joined the first.

Then came the muttering, the murmurs seemed to grow in volume although the words were lost in the growing cacophony. Finally came the shouts and the screams. Denials filled the air, but so too did apologies, screams of 'have mercy' and other shouts. And over it all was the growing sound of shoes smacking against linoleum. At first it was only a single set of feet but quickly the noise grew until it drowned out everything else, and it was drawing closer.

"We have to get her out of there!"

"Does anyone know the combination?"

"Fuck the combination! Just rip the God damn door off!"

"Someone call an ambulance! With that shit she's in there with she's going to need it!"

"And the cops! Someone call the damn cops! It'll be about time those fucks did something useful for a change!"

The rest of the shouts became hard to understand. I could feel my consciousness slipping away even as loud bangs started to come from the door in front of me. Despite the situation I couldn't help but smile. They could learn, could be prodded to take responsibility for their actions, and to better the world around them.

Maybe now things could finally start to get better.

As the locker door came off its hinges and light spilled inside my smile grew. Truly this would be the beginning of change, change for the better.