freedom
the doorknob turned slightly. i could here my brother wimper in my arms and i shushed him immediatly. the shadow the of feet outside our door was swaying slightly, the doorknob turning just a half an inch more.
he walks around like he is my advisor, asuming that i would not kill the girl, assuming that he could control whether or not i killed the girl. my advisor. please. how dare he think he could take over my life like that, believing that he could control me as such. it is pathetic.
We continue to spin, we are constantly turning like a turbine, controlled by the shear power of the spinning, spinning, the constant motion. around and around and around.