The sky was dark. The sky was always dark. The sky never changed to any other beautiful colors. It was always black. Everything else was white and grey. Or even, the exciting color, black.

The children never played outside in the lush green grass or ran through the orange leaves of fall. But this was normal to Sarah.

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Sarah always thought that there was no other joy in life then staring at the void above her head. She always stayed indoors but dreamed to one day leave her home. But something always forced her back. She tried to escape many times. Breaking windows. Sneaking downstairs. Sarah had tried all of those clichés. But no matter how skillfully planned her escapes were, when she got outside. She was back in her house. She was stuck.

She wanted to leave. There was no way for her to.

But luckily sometimes her Aunt Willow came to check on her. Sarah always enjoyed that time. Willow always brought her books and gave her nice food to eat. Nothing like the tall men with black hair and white jackets would. She hated those grey capsules that they gave her. But if she revolted, then they would give her it anyway.

Everyday was a nightmare. She wanted to wake up.