Ari, a 16 year old girl with long black hair and pale red eyes and pale skin, sat by her window, watching the students go home from school. She longed to be like them, not just to go to school like them, but to go outside. She wanted the warmth of the sun on her skin and the feel of grass on her feet. You see, Ari was sick. Very sick. And the doctors had no clue what was wrong with her. To put it bluntly, she was on borrowed time. Everyone feared she would fall asleep and never wake up. They prescribed her medicine she had to take constantly and she was weak. She could never walk more than a few feet without needing to sit down and catch her breath. She sighed, her gaze following a pair of kids, one boy and one girl, who walked by her house every day. She envied them. They always were laughing and joking. They seemed like good friends, best friends. She use to have friends. Before her family found out she was sick in middle school and took her to the countryside for peace and fresh air. Slowly, her small pale hand reached for several pill bottles, uncapping the and shaking a few in the palm of her hand. She places them one at a time on her tongue, taking the cup of water to her left to swallow them. Being alone in this house, having no one to socialize with, often made her feel trapped. Like she was a bird locked away in a cage and the only thing she longed for was to stretch out her wings across the sky. Like all she wanted to do was fly..