Alone.

This is just something I wrote in class, that I probably will write a story about. 

It's quite simple really, An innocent silver chain that hangs around her neck; Proclaiming she belongs to a certain group. It feels more like a sterling silver ball and chain. She doesn't want to belong. She wants to be alone in her own sweet serenity. She doesn't want to be treated like this. An animal with a collar telling her where her loyalty should lie. She feels trapped between two people she loves both so much, But the silver death trap is suffocating her throat. She can't voice her opinion, and she knows what will happen when the truth falls. She feels like a prisoner of warfare. Stuck between. No choices.

She loves them both so much, but all she wants is to be alone.
Not followed or led by someone else.

Can't she be alone?
No. It's the price you pay for wanting to belong.
None can hear her silent screams.
Why.