Liberty for all
Freedom
I sit in my glass cage and think. I think about life before and how my life was so different. I was so carefree so joyful. Now I'm stuck in a glass box, but not for long. As I sit here on the ground in my bed that's screwed to the wall. I'm slowly twisting the screw out. It hurts my fingers so much. They start to bleed getting blood all over me. I know what I have to do. When they walk in here I'll drive this screw right into the guards neck where it will kill him. Then I'll grab his gun and get out of here. As I twist the screw with blood dripping down my arm and stinging pain that's nothing compared to what I've felt I think about if anybody misses me? I give myself 10 seconds of self pity. I've learned that self pity doesn't help anything. 1. mom and dad can't miss me because they are dead 5. grandma Peggy doesn't even remember who I am with Alzheimer's 10. and aunt Bertha the old hag doesn't care. As I twist the screw I see something somebodies fighting the hydra agents. Dime one in red,white, and blue
@Liberty49
I think that that is going to be a great idea. Maybe you could go more into her character. Also definitely be descriptive, try and make people feel like they are actually there. If you want I can message you later?
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