By Ziandra

Prologue

I began to sing. I felt so alive. My stereo blared in my room. I had nothing to fear at that moment. I let myself almost completely loose. My eyes shone white and a bit of snow surrounded my body. I lifted my voice to the sky. I never wanted it to end, but too soon the song was over and I was left breathing hard with happiness with my hairbrush in hand. I took control of myself once again. Everything inside of me was locked up. I can never be free, never.