Freedom?

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"Smile and wave. Don't  show weakness." He said.

"Crying shows your weakness. Smile, show you are not weak." He said.

Too, bad he was wrong. Crying is not weak. It is your strength. Crying is pain and weakness leaving the body. It makes us stronger

"See you are weak!" He yells.

No! I am strong. I am not blind as a bat!

"You have no worth!" He yells.

"Then why do you keep me?" I whisper.

"You are... useless." He whispers in my ear.

"Yes, but I am not broken."

"You dare defy me!" He squeals.

"Yes! You will never break me! My spirit is too strong! Too wild! Too free!"

"You dare?" He gasps.

"Yes! I freaking dare!" I shout, challenging him.

'Smack' the sound echos off the walls.

"You shall not challenge me!" He shouts.

"It's a shame. I already did." I smirk.

He turns and storms out of the room. The guards chase after him. My smirk grows into a wide smile. He didn't realize what I did.

He didn't notice me carefully slip the key from his pocket. The key to the door. The door keeping me from my freedom. The door stopping me from getting out.

My grin vanishes when the door bangs open.

"Ah, there you are, cipcake."

Oh, shitaki mushrooms...

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