A/N Please don't judge...

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"You are to go back to your room, sweetie." A lady — a Supervisor from the looks of it — smiled at me sweetly. For all they knew, I was immune to such charms.

I cast my eyes down, not wanting to look at her for fear of unknown, and replied, "Yes."

It was no longer the nice lady act, "What did you say?" Her voice reeked of absolute control.

"Yes, my lady," I said it once more. It was hard to resist dashing away from the scene to my room, the jitters in my legs making it harder yet to walk properly. But I could not do so for fear of what she would do.

I was no stranger to this routine.

Everyday we got out of our rooms — cell if you want my opinion — taught things that made no utter sense to me, fed and physically taken care of. Mentally, we were beaten into submission. They went around, telling us we were worthless every chance they had and only purpose was to live here, follow their orders. They made us believe in that same notion, made us beat ourselves up.

I walked through the open door into the room. Rows of beds neatly arranged one next to another, some already filled with girls of the same age. Though we all looked different, things were still the same. Eyes with colours ranging from green to blue to brown, but filled with the same accepting innocence.

Laying on the bed, I waited for others to fill in their empty spots. The clicking of heels outside alerted us to someone coming in — turns out it was the same one. "Sleep tight my little angels. You have no place in this world, that is why we took you in. Goodnight." The door slid shut, sound echoing throughout the room.

Something was wrong. I did not see it, but instead felt it. The left side was a little empty. I glanced over, expecting where another girl like me would lay but there was no one. Where did she go? Were the rumours of punishment real, being thrown to the side if we did not do something right? Did they do anything harmful to her? Though I never knew her name, I still worried for her. All I remembered of her was those same innocent blue eyes and wavy chestnut hair. She did not deserve to be sent away — like all of us here.

The rest of the girls seemed content with this life — but I was not.

I have lots of 'What if's'. What if we could break free of these bonds that tie us to this place? What if we could run away from these mean Supervisors? We could get away from this place where cells, classrooms and labs kept us confined. Maybe we could explore the outside, see what other people did in their lives. According to the book we all read, 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarves', we would be able to look up to something higher than the ceiling, stretching on for miles and miles — the sky. We could look down to something damp and soft, completely different from cement — the soil.

I shook my head, dismissing those fantasies, we had no place in this world. No place in this world, they all think so, we all think so. I had never known something other than this dreary place.

What do I really want? To follow my superiors and continue this routine till death or to be casted away, or have the privilege to act, speak, and think whatever I wanted to. Is this imprisonment or enslavement? If it is, I could use this new word I saw, 'liberty'. The Supervisors would get me out for 'punishment' if they found out I was thinking of such things, the rumours are true — after all.

But still I imagined, still I defy them. I would bring out all the girls shut away in this place into the outside world, moving to a beat; singing melodies with no one to disturb or stop us; lying on our backs and not doing anything at all, savouring the moment. Even if there was no food or water, even if there was nothing to see — making 'Snow White' was complete nonsense — even if I shall die immediately, I would still go.

What if this feeling? Why do I want this so badly, to be able to do whatever I want and not be dictated. To be free from these chains that make this invisible rope that binds us to this place. I want to get away, away from all these things that hold me back.

Maybe, just maybe, I will give a shot at freedom.

(800 words)

A/N This is a thoroughly edited version because the original is just full of mistakes and plot holes.