I had always heard of the outside world; the vibrant blue sky, the thick green grass, and the organized forces that had the land under siege. Since I was a little girl, my parents had told me stories of how earth used to be when they were children. Life was easy, families were happy, and each country had their own government – such an odd concept, really...
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I'm supposed to be dead.
In all honesty, I still wonder if I'd be better off if I had been killed.
Either way, I can't change the past.
He still saved me.
He still owns me.
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