The sky was a bright salmon color. Mixing into the blue and bleeding into the white pieces of cotton floating in the sky. I remember that day, how I would watch the sky turn colors through my homeroom's windows. Spend my time during lectures in the clouds, dreaming of fantasies, doodling in my notebook, and being scolded by my teachers for my lack of attention. I miss those days. I miss my school, my grandmother. I miss my home.
I don't remember how I got here. I was walking home after school just doing what I usually do. Then I woke up being captive by these things that look to have come straight from a sci-film. I was made to care for a small green baby with big black eyes and ears too large for his head. Nori is what I named him. I took care of him; I grew to love him. He was what gives me strength every night when I cry. I wish I could take him away from here, away from those men— Niktos is what they're called.
I wish I was stronger. I wish I could fight them. I wish for our freedom.