See These ShacklesI put my head in my hands, how did I end up here of all places. The place where I would be the least welcome, the place where everyone hated me for what I was. They didn't care who I was, or how I came to be there, or even that I was there quite legally. I looked up into the eyes of the officer above me, gasping for breath. He was looking through my papers, trying to find a fault that was not there. He would find it too, anyway to punish me for being different. They wouldn't send me back though, back to where I came from. If I was sent back there I could go where ever I wished again, as long as I avoided this hellhole. I put my head down again, not looking at him. Finally he stopped reading and whacked me over the back of the head.
"What's this here?"
I looked at the print he was pointing to, "The expiry date, six days from now."
"Exactly this will expire while you are here."
"I was expecting to get it renewed."
"It takes months for approval to go through here."
"I had not expected to