The Dark Side (Improved)

My FreeDome

I breathed in the cold December air remembering when even breathing wasn't easy. It took a while for me to come to terms with freedom but when you have something you always wanted it becomes to seem loose and harder to keep. As I walk I hear pointless conversations, gossiping, and laughter. Everything associated with well, normal. "Mommy can I have hot cocoa when we go home" Asked a sweet girl whose number one wish this Christmas would be her two front teeth. The mother laughed with glee at her sweet baby girl, with eyes filled with something never pointed at me, happiness. "When we get home, honey". Then they walked away hand in hand.

I have always enjoyed watching happiness it always made me feel as if I was experiencing the happiness others felt. I know this sounds pathetic but hey I am not complaining I had a great life. Filled with every possible necessity life could offer: clothes, food, a place to crash and entertainment. But maybe it would be greedy if I said I wanted more. But maybe my freedom will grant me all my selfish desires.

As I continued walking down the streets of the City I saw buildings upon buildings and restaurants. The smell of freshly baked bread filled the air and my eyes started to water. I turned around to find out where the smell came from only to see a charming little store called "Grandma's Secrets". The store was relatively small and had a big and clear window that stretched throughout the whole store. I stared at the window and could see my reflection clearly. Like my whole life was put on display for everyone to see it. Suddenly the name Grandma's Secrets became ironic. The secret all of a sudden wasn't grandma's but mine it was like the secret she was referring wasn't her own but the secrets of all who stared into her magic mirror. I quickly turned away heading the opposite direction and away from the store to that made me feel bare and exposed.

Have you ever wished to be born in a different time period? Like during the Victorian age where life for a young woman was just about going to lavish balls and finding a wealthy husband. Or during the early twentieth century when the age of film, high fashion, and lean men began.  But it was a dream I could never dream. Because wherever I went I would never belong. If I traveled to the Victorian Age I would have been a slave treated less than a human. If I traveled to the twentieth century I would have to fight my life just for the right to drink and sit at the same table as everyone else. And now I still receive glares from people just for existing. But hey, don't blame me for existing; blame my parents who didn't have the balls to kill me when they knew I was coming and had me just to leave me.

The cold air has become almost unbearable as the sky becomes darker. My throat begins to burn as I whiff the air around me. Taking in my surrounding as the beautiful city light blend together and form the colors of a rainbow. The noise that filled the air just hours ago has become close to gone and it marks the begging of a new day, the day of my birth. Today is the day when my birth is being celebrated or cursed it is a day when someone supposedly thought I wasn't needed but to today I won't celebrate my birth but my pathway to freedom.