I sometimes wonder about what life might be like outside my prison. I know the guard comes and goes to somewhere but I have no idea what it might look like.
I also know there are wonders and colours that I have never heard of or seen and the endless possibilities fill me with awe.
I sometimes wonder whether I have always lived here or maybe I lived on the outside and don't remember. There are no windows in my cell so I have had no chance to see outside and see if I recognise it. However there is always something nostalgic about the word art.
Perhaps I once enjoyed it out there in that world of laughter and fun.
Anyway there is no point in trying to make memories for myself. I am what I am, a puppet, an outcast, a reject and there is certainly no one else like me.
Not in this whole facility.
I think. . .
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The unseen eye
General Fictiona thirteen year old girl is alone with her thoughts and the company of a guard, a mirror and her diary. she has no idea why she is even alive but when left alone thoughts are her only company. Disclaimer: this contains fictional emotive content. Sor...
