Air.
It's been so long since I've breathed it.
Since it's filled my lungs, and I've felt my heart beat.
An eternity for me. A year for them.
I took a dagger through my chest. My heart had truly stopped. But I didn't die. I refused to die.
I was stubborn.
So I lived.
Another dimension.
Another home.
Different friends and a different family.
But I lived.
And now I'm back. I'm truly home.
So why do I feel so trapped?

I was so sheltered. Food everyday, a house over my head. Friends, a family. I was protected. But I didn't want to be. I wanted to be able to spread my wings and fly, without them telling me not to go too high. Without being the baby, always being watched and guarded. For the last year, my wish came true. It was amazing.
But I'm back. Once they find out I'm alive, that I'm here, they'll never let me leave. Never let me be who I want to be, what I want to be. So they can't know. I won't let them. I'll simply become a Ghost.