When The Puppet Falls For The Puppeteer
Freedom. The state of not being held prisoner, not being controlled. At least, that's what the dictionary says.
But to her, freedom was only a dream. The only thing she had ever wanted-just a day, just a breath outside the cage. Yet her strings were always pulled by someone else, and no matter how she fought, escape never came.
Maybe that's what happens when you're trapped too long. You forget what freedom feels like. You stop craving the sky and start clinging to the bars.
She was just a normal girl with normal dreams. Graduate high school. Leave this godforsaken town. Go to college. Build a life. A job, a marriage, children. Simple, ordinary dreams.
But he-he was anything but ordinary. Not a boy scarred by life, not a victim molded by grief. No tragic story to explain him away.
He was the darkness.
And he had already decided.
She wasn't going anywhere.
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"You really thought you could outrun me?" he asked sitting in, quite. Dangerous.
"I have to leave!" I shouted, voice cracking "I can't breathe here anymore !"
"You will breathe when I allow it" His words froze the blood in my body
