Early morning, just the way I like it. Barbed wire, not so much.
This was my favourite part of the day, before my parents woke up and started working me into my own mental grave, trapping me into my entire life.
A bundle of barbed wire hung off the fence; that wasn’t there yesterday. I took it up. Perhaps there’s something else I can do with this.
I smiled. If I could trap them the same way they trapped me here, maybe I could escape and make my own life. If I could escape this farm… maybe I’d see what they’re really hiding me from.
Madison Woods‘ blog.