Conquering life

Chapter 1

A/N: Hey all, this is my first ever chapter, hope you all like it. The song for this chapter is "No tears left to cry", by Ariana Grande. Hope you all enjoy the chapter.

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Escape. That is a word that most people associate with, when one, who has been subjected to physical torture is freed from it. In fact the Oxford definition of the word 'escape' states,

"To break free from confinement or control."

However, what most people do not realize is that one does not necessarily have to 'escape' from a form of physical torture but that one may also have to 'escape' from emotional torture.

What people also do not realize is that the words 'confinement' and 'control' can be associated with emotional torture as well. For example, some people feel confined by the unsaid rules of society. They feel that the cannot truly express who they are. Or people also feel that they are under the control of the social hierarchy.

In fact you may never know that the person sitting next to you in bus may be suffering from emotional pain but you will know that the person next to you is or was suffering from physical pain due to scars.

In conclusion, there are two types of tortures that one can face, physical torture and emotional torture. Physical torture is a form we tend to see more commonly however that does not mean that people do not suffer from emotional torture. It is just that we see physical torture all around us but emotional torture is hidden.

Hard to believe right? I mean, who would tell you that their soul is emotionally scarred? What one may tell you is that they hurt themself or they were kidnapped or somebody tried to mug them. Nobody ever talks about how the status of the society bothers them.

In fact many people do not even realize that they are being put through emotional torture as it not something that is commonly talked about.

Hard to digest right? Well it will not be after you read about this sixteen year old girl, Adra Wilson. So what are we waiting for? Lets go.
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Sixteen year old, Adra Wilson woke up to the shrill sound of her alarm. She heaved herself up clearly not ready to go through the day, after all she had only four hours of sleep.

She sighed as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. In the reflection one would be able to see a five and a half feet tall teenager with a beautiful face with piercing grey and blue eyes and black hair with blue tips.

What Adra saw however was a pale face with absolutely no life left in it. In her eyes, Adra could see the worry in her eyes. She was not worried about being woken up so abruptly or what clothes to wear.

What did worry her was the amount of human interaction she would have to endure today considering it was her first day junior year. She managed to get ready in roughly an half hour.

Adra made her way down the stairs to the dining room. A feeling of loneliness hit her stomach like a train when she saw that neither twin brother Adwin nor her parents were in the dining room but she shrugged the feeling off as it was not uncommon.She grabbed an apple and then proceeded to talk to one of her favorite cooks.

"Good morning Marco, the same as always isn't it, no Adwin and no mother or father," said Adra with a sad expression.

She had long given up calling her parents 'mom' and 'dad'. Marco just shook his head at her with a sad smile and handed her the brown paper bag that held her lunch. Marco was one of the many cooks that were hired by her parents to ensure that she and her brother were fed.