The escape

feelings

I hate it here.

I hate everything about this place—the people, the smell, the food, the view. Well, there's one thing I'm grateful for: my device (and internet connection). I don't know how I would have survived if not for it. Getting to know about the outside world felt like a dream, seeing how happy people were, and their adventures and thriving relationships was all I could ever wish for. Sadly, my life was the complete opposite. No one cared for me, and I couldn't explore or have adventures.

My dream was to be free. Not to do illegal things, just to have my own opinion and choices, not to be judged for everything that I do without someone else's approval. But as long as I remained here, that would be impossible.

The days went by, and I cleverly started tailoring my plan. I've always been a fan of music, so no one would suspect anything. I could simply denominate anything they found suspicious as a fruit of my music addiction. I also started learning a new language behind their backs, using the restaurant's free wifi to find translations online. I also used the internet to make searches about flights and their prices, while selling some of my unused pieces of clothing online to make some money. I also started skipping meals to save money, keeping the money I was supposed to use to buy food.

By the time it was all ready, I had lost some weight, and I looked less healthy, but I was smarter, stronger, and more independent.