I need to get out of here. The beatings have
gotten almost unbearable, and the
medicine is foul. Only a week and I'll be
sixteen.
I want to be outside. I want to feel the grass
beneath my feet. The flowers beneath my
fingertips. To feel the wind in my hair and
the sun on my skin.
I want to sit without worry of punishment.
To eat something that actually consists of
food. I want to feel free.
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Corruption
Short StoryFirst book in The Lunacy trilogy: Sent to an Asylum to be treated for Female hysteria. Isabelle just wanted to dance and live her own life, but they didn't agree with that and now she must learn to survive in the place where the darkness lurks- awai...