TRAPPED
Mathilda's POV
The world has shrunk, from the tiny, high-set window in the room where I’m caged, I see that the sky has bruised into a deep, obsidian black.
It’s funny how you never really look at the stars when you’re free to walk under them. You assume they’ll always be there, a silent backdrop to your late-night drives or brisk walks to the grocery store. But from behind these rusted iron bars, that tiny patch of dark sky feels like a personal taunt, It is a reminder of a freedom I can no longer touch.
This is everyone’s nightmare becoming a terrifying reality. I find it nearly impossible to reconcile my two realities: one moment I was happy, vibrant, and free, planning a future I took for granted; the next, I am a captive, We really don’t know the value of freedom unless we
