(Sarah's pov)
I like the feeling of wind. Always have. Fresh air brushing against my skin smoothly, making my tense body suddenly relax.
I remember the first day of 10th grade, I remember the good luck breakfast my mom made me and the warm hug we shared before I left for school. I remember the long hallway that at the time, felt everlasting. I remember spending four months in that hell hole, concealing the constant yearn for freedom. I remember watching my mom cry, and listening to my parents' heated phone calls. I remember my older brother working two jobs, just to help support our family. I remember the day my dad came to take me to dinner. I remember what he told me. I remember watching my life fall apart before my eyes. This, I thought was my lowest low in life. I remember the day I woke up in a small white room, about the size of a shower. I remember realizing at home, I had it good. Now I'm standing here all alone. Cussing and screaming. Because the wind I once used for relaxing, is now doing just the opposite.
YOU ARE READING
The Bridge
Action"This isn't fair! None of this is fair. Why us? Why do we have to suffer this torture? Using us like some pawn in a game. Mice in an experiment. We are human beings, not..." I pause to think of a fulfilling ending to my rant, "Animals."
