~aarla's POV~
A bright light blinded my eyes... fresh air stung my wounds... the cold floor chilled my knees... I was free. I opened my eyes to a sunny window. The sun was very bright. I looked behind my shoulder, staring at the prison I've been trapped in for years. I never knew there was a way out, I never knew the world was this big. I never knew there even was a world other than the closet.
I breathed in, hugging the air around me, feeling so free. I dragged my feet along the cold floor, tipping over nothing. I never learned to walk... I never needed to learn the walk. In the closet I could only crawl, there wasn't much space.
I could hear Asha outside, she was talking with a man who I think is Aaron... but Aaron was inside so Asha was talking to someone else. I crawled around this strange room, running my fingers along a wooden table.
I rubbed my eyes several times, I wasn't used to this much light, I would just eat, sleep and play in the dark all day. I crawled into a small table, knocking something over. It made a loud noise that hurt my ears. I didn't think much of it until...
sry this chapter is only 200 words, i saved the rest for the next chapter, enjoyyy <3
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girl in the closet | tinymandyy
Horrortrapped, tortured, dead... little aarla was constantly locked in the closet by her parents, who were forcing her to live in such a cramped and dirty place. aarla never got to eat a full meal or even feel the fresh grass right outside. aarla was liv...
