Not A Test

The door was locked, barred, and chained. And if that wasn’t enough, it was hidden behind some huge boxes, in the furthest, most isolated ‘storeroom’ in the ‘facility’.

Most of the residents didn’t know it existed, nor would they have cared. Hell, most of them couldn’t have been able to comprehend the concept of a door at all.

But the girl with D.I.D and the boy with bipolar disorder knew it was there, and were sure it led to freedom.

So, eventually, they managed to open it.

And it did lead to their freedom.

Just not the sort they wanted.