She didn't know what was suffocating more, her soul or her body, as she stared into miles of pitch black darkness.
"This will keep you safe," they said when she asked them to let her go. "The world is not good for you."
She was a living corpse, falling back into her grave-like bed every night after a day of staring out of the tiny window they had built for her. Staring at the world she would never have, the world that didn't want her, the sky she would never touch, the stars she would never pick and the sunlight she would never feel.
The same routine, the same things, the same people, the same food, the same desires. Every single day. The sixteenth year of her life just a mirror of the other ones.
Nothing would every change. But could it?
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The Girl Who Touched The Sky
Short StoryThe world through the eyes of a girl with only recently earned freedom. But maybe it all isn't as perfect as it was made out to be.
