Ten Years A Prisoner, Now Free

to me in fragments

ess I was lying on. Muffled voices, a ripple of a

on d

aring. The fabric was stiff, abrasive against my sk

voice announced over a loudspeaker. "

ye

y mind. Ten years since the screech of tires

unique, living pattern. A true fusion of science an

. My

noise. "Thank you, thank you! I couldn't have done i

vi

ntom pain, a wound

d into a glare of bright, hot lights. I couldn't close my eyes. They were held open by

matose body was her

r own design, holding hands with David. He looked at her with an adoration

ience s

y crafted scene o

My skin was exposed. I could feel hundreds of eyes on me, on the faint, silvery scars that cr

an whispered somewhere in the audience, close enough fo

replied. "But look at her skin. It

d are what keep her looking preserved. They say it

oices

. Emily and David walked towards me. He didn't e

ped to

rowd

re my inspiration, my partner, my true love. I thought I knew what love w

ent storm. A scream built in my throat, but it had nowhere to go. It

hrough me, a seizure born of pure, impotent

a second. She shot a panicked look at a

" the man hissed

id smoothly into the microphone, never b

as cloying. "Don't you ruin this for me, Sarah," she w

ched my side. I felt the shar

y liquid flo

y two betrayers-it all dissolved back