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Eleutheromania
(n.) an intense and irresistible desire for freedom.

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Willa was laying on the bed with her back turned to the door. The next day was her eighteenth birthday, and she would be floated for her crime. With her eyes closed, she thought of her family, her father Marcus Kane and her mother, already dead. I missed you, mom. She thought, while grabbing her necklace and bringing it to her lips. It was her mother's necklace with a crescent moon and an orange and black galaxy. She had gave it to her on the day she was floated, for stealing medicine. She thought of her friends as well, of how she missed to be with them, to laugh, to tell her stupid jokes, to do crazy things with them. She thought of her best friend, Eva. It had been a year since her death, since the last time she looked into her eyes, talked to her, hugged her.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." she whispered to the air.

"You should be sorry." She opened her eyes to the familiar voice. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't heard the door opening and the guard entering the bedroom. Willa turned her body to look at the guard that she knew so well. "You killed her."

"I'm not the one who should be locked up." She said harshly. The young guard looked at her with an amused smirk and putted his left hand on his right shoulder.

"You also shot me." He reminded her.

"Too bad I didn't kill you." She said. Before the guard could said anything, another two entered the room.

"Prisoner 447, stand up and face the wall." One of the guards ordered her.

Willa stood up but didn't turned around, instead she crossed her arms over her chest. "Why? Didn't your wife gave you attention last night?" She said sarcastically.

"Prisoner 447, turn around." The guard repeated again. When she didn't made a move, the two older guards grabbed her arms.

"Well I can see why you didn't had fun last night. She doesn't like it rough, does she?" She knew she had hit a nerve, because his hold got tight and he was now hurting her. "Take your hands off of me. My birthday is tomorrow, you can't float me until then." She kept moving her arms trying to escape their grasps, unsuccessfully. She felt someone suddenly walking to her, what made her stop struggling. When she looked up, she felt a fist connected with her face and someone pushing her against the wall by grabbing her neck. "Some things never change, do they Max?" Willa said to the young guard, grabbing his arm, trying to make him drop his hand for her neck.

He laughed and looked at the guards behind him, making them laugh too. "Sweet dreams baby girl. I'm going to miss you." She looked at him confused. What is he talking about? Before she could ask the question out loud, Max hit her head against the wall with enough force to make her faint falling on the floor.

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When Willa gained conscious again, she felt like she was hungover, she had a headache and it looked like her heart was in her head, beating like crazy, instead of in her chest. She opened her eyes slowly and brought her hand to her head.

"Son of a bitch." She mumbled, remembering what had happened.

"Hey, take it easy, you're bleeding." a girl's voice said. When she looked to the person sitting next to her, She saw a brunette with long hair. "Damn, they must have hit you pretty hard." Willa looked at her hand to see that the girl was right, she was bleeding. "I'm Octavia."

She returned her gaze to the girl, confusion all over her face. "What?"

"Octavia, my name is Octavia. What's your name?" She asked her, but Willa was too busy looking around, seeing the other kids on their seats with a seat belt around them. "Well, you must be confused. You missed the chancellor speech. They are sending us to the ground."