Long ago they tell us there was freedom, that we lived on a green and blue planet called Earth. It's hard to believe, after all these years in a cell I have only a faint memory of colors, with each day they fade, some of the prisoners have already forgotten them. I try to recall them every day when I wake and when I fall back asleep. Everyday it becomes more worn my memories escape me like a shadow that was never there.
The cell that I eat, sleep, and bathe in is dark. A small light outside the bars illuminates the hallway that is full of cells just like mine and prisoners just like me. I haven't heard another human voice in years, they kill you if you speak. I watched as they were dragged out of their cells already stabbed and bloody. Their mangled bodies leave a red streak on the ground. We are their prisoners and we must act like it. Until the week you turn 18, then they take us, to be sold to the highest bidder. Or taken to have your life ended if no one buys you. Tomorrow I turn 18, tomorrow I will find out if I live or die. Or if I live wishing I could die.
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Fighting for the Stars (On hold)
Science FictionAlone, that's how I've always felt. Until my 18th birthday when I am sold the the highest bidder or killed. All of us humans go through this the fear, the stress, the anxiety. I want my life to be different though. I want to end their rule over us t...
