Somewhere 14

Ansa paced.

4 walls.

always four walls.

With a roof.

Wouldn’t want the clipped wings bird to fly away, now would we?

But a window. Her fingers touched the window. She had a window now. Pressing every finger against the glass, she spreads out her hands. I want to go outside. I want to go outside so badly.

Didn’t they understand? Didn’t he understand? Didn’t anyone understand?

Her fingers curled away from the taunt of freedom. He put the window here to mock me. That I’ll never be free. That always be trapped here by his family.

I hate him. I hate Gareth. I hate everything about him and his family.

Knees buckling, she leaned against the wall. She was his family. My uncle kidnapped me. Held me captive. Slaughtered my home, my village, my family. His son. His grandson. So many. Years. Gone. Deaths. Friends. Lost.

‘Her power is a curse! Not a blessing! Do you call living forever a good thing!?’

Ansa’s feet lead her to her desk. Ansa’s fingers grabbed the chair. Ansa’s legs walked her back to the window.

Ansa’s rage swung the chair at the window.

There was a shattering. But it wasn’t the window. The chair the instant it hit the window broke while it remain strong. Wood shavings flew all around her as an alarm began to blare.

So much for trust.

So much for you’re free.

So much for the kiss.

So much.

So much LIES.

She was still a prisoner.

Obviously.

But at least now
she had a chance.