Girl was. Girl is. Girl lived. Girl lives. And yet, girl never lived and never was.
Girl grew up with her parents in a small, decaying flat, never allowed outside due to the toxic pollution occupying her unexplored world. She lives in her world, and acknowledges that this is her way. The way. Lying on the floor every night, bare-bodied other than the thin blanket that was so scratchy, it was scarcely used. She lays looking out of the tiny, rotting windows, wondering what the point of life is - nothing to do, nowhere to go. She was accepting of this. Her way. The way.
I am girl and I was happy with this for fourteen years, that is, until I heard the voices.
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The Outside
Mystery / ThrillerThe girl's suspicion is aroused - what will she do, how will she escape? Girl considered life good. Pointless but good. When she hears voices outside her curiousity begins to grow. She begins to ponder. Who is she? Where did she? And why all these s...
