Maisie
I lie in bed, unable to sleep. The room is too quiet, the darkness too oppressive. Every sound makes me jump, every shadow seems to hold a threat. I wrap my arms around myself, trying to find some semblance of comfort.
Hours pass, and I’m still awake, my mind refusing to quiet down. Eventually, exhaustion takes over, and I drift into a restless sleep, haunted by dreams of captivity and escape.
When I wake, the room is bathed in early morning light. I sit up, feeling a dull ache in my arm where the tracker was implanted. As I sit here, all I can think of is what did I do to deserve this life. Did I piss off the wrong person? Did I do something to anger God? The helplessness is only growing, and my depression is deepening. I have always known I am not wanted by my family, but for t
