Free

The shackles rubbed my skin raw and I grimaced as the harsh pink skin drew back. Thoughts flooded my mind as I contemplated finding an escape.

It was hopeless though.

If I managed to escape, where would I go? Who would I go to?

That's what forced me to stay. I didn't have a home nor a family. I could't bare to face the world alone. I needed a companion. A friend. Someone who could hold my hand and drive the fears away.

That was 2 days ago.

Now, I stand beneath menacing branches, aching to snag my hair. Now I stand in the biting snow, dampening the soles of my bare, aching feet.

Glancing down, I take in the contrast between the angelic snow and the devil-like blood, dripping from my leg. Yet, no matter how angelic the snow appears, I can't get rid of its hostile touch. Its bitter hands remind too much of the chains that once held me.

I want to scream in frustration; release my inaudible anger and hatred for the world.

But I don't. I don't do anything.

I don't dare to look back, nor do I dare to venture ahead.

So I watch as the world continues to spin on without me. I remain rooted like the great oaks I used to love.

This is what had kept me captive in the cellar.

The fear of the unknown, the terror of the future and what it held.

This is what had kept me spellbound.

A/N:

My absolute apologies for neglecting my other stories! I will try and get to them when I can!

Hope you guys enjoyed it!

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Yours Truly,

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