Water
I just sat here waiting. Hoping. Dreaming. Screaming, just to see the sky, just to feel the air, just to feel the warmth of the sun on my pale skin. Everyday I woke up with the same hope, every night I went to sleep with less hope than the night before.
I stared at my hands focusing on the creases, the cuts, and the imperfections. The anger built up inside of me, my fingers began to shake and I felt my eyes start to fix on the cold brick wall in front of me. I let out a sharp high pitched scream, my fingers lifted themselves towards the wall, and before I could stop myself, I was standing in waves of ice cold water. The water dripped from every corner, and slid onto the floor beneath me.
I ran across to the other side of the small room and hid in the darkest corner. I knew they would've heard. I knew they'd punish me. They always did.
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Elements of Freedom
FantasyIn 2066, the government continues its crackdown on the Supernaturals discovered among the world's children. Aberrations are isolated as soon as they're identified, warehoused and brutalised by a regime intent on their destruction, but also to ident...
