Freedom

Leaves block out the sun as a girl walks through a forest, haunted by ghouls and ghosts. All around her branches and trees reach out to grab her arm, her clothes; they play with her hair and whisper words of caution in her ear. They tell her to not walk away; she is fine as she is. There is no need to be afraid. But she pulls away, fights her way through the claustrophobic spaces she has been living in.
And slowly the path widens, she is not being watched anymore, she is unknown to these new surroundings. There is nobody here, nobody to hold her back.
As she walks she sheds herself of the clothes they gave her, tears the lies and hatred from her body. The sunlight peaks through the thinning branches as she heads towards the dazzling sunshine through the trees. Finally she can move again, she is not constricted by rules and lines in the sand. Freedom runs up her toes and legs, through her thighs and up her now bare belly, it curves up her chest and sends tingles through her neck. Her chains are lifted now; the stones in her stomach have dissolved; each step comes easier and the ground softens under her feet as she walks.
Her cherry blonde hair waves out behind her as she walks, half way down her back and no longer tied up in trees, her comfort zone is at home, curled up on the sofa like nothing has changed. But she never once looks back.
Finally she emerges from the prison she has been captured in. The sunbeams glide to the ground around her and the earth gives way to a shimmering sea, dancing in front of her. Utterly unrestricted now, she lifts up her arms and dives in.
The air tickles her naked body as she shoots towards the water, an arrow free from its sheath. Her heart beat can almost been seen through her thin chest, she closes her eyes and waits to be clean again.
Freedom.