I have on this planet for 17 years, I have spent it all in this private slice of hell. According to anyone outside of this prison, I don't exsist. Literally. I was brought in as a baby, I have no parents I was told. I know that is impossible, but do I dare speak out against the evil one, Dr. Hayke? Not ever again will I make that mistake.
You would think that in 17 years I would make some friends, nope. Sure, I know some people my age like Sydney, or Declan, or those twins, but I'm not particularly friendly with any of them. Oh well, I don't plan on being here much longer. I'm going to find my parents, even if it kills me.
I saw her running. Who was she? She didn't look familiar, then again I didn't know half the people in this stupid place. She had black and red hair and a pretty face, The look on this face was a look of determination. I thought to my self, "Maybe she wants the same this as me, freedom." In the few seconds that thought was running through my mind, she was gone. Disappeared into thin air, or so it seemed.
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