the tragedy of city life

i was born in a nice river. where i spend my child hood together with my brother and many of my frineds. we play, swimming and racing in the river.
such a naive life last until i was ten years old. one day when we playing outside, several friends and i was caught by our destiny, a fishman. who takes us to the city.
we were on sale on a terminal market. from the morning, human beings come in and out. elbowing eath other. when peple pay, the saler kill fish and turtle-- one of my Scotch cousin with smilling on their face.
near the noon, one man picked me and 2 of my friends. later that evening. my friends were killed. their head and feet was cut off. blood comes out from their body, become a red line.
fortunately i wasn't killed. because i was small and week, i guessed.
locked into a small cabinet, i can see little water under my foot. also there is a stone near the wall, i can easyly climb on to it. food is placed on that stone about once a week to keep me survive.
now i live in this cabinet for 7 months. nothing i can do, the only excise is trying to climb the wall that can't see the end. i had failed on it more thant 200 times. i haven't seen anybody. i miss my friends and the river.
these days the weather getting colder, i am wondering if i can stand the chillness winter and see the green glass of next spring.