For almost 8 years I have been considered property. Because my family was unable to pay a certain amount of taxes I was taken from them. Put in a store and sold. Because this man is rich he is considered to be able to take care of me.
I was sold to a man who believes that we are meant to be together, married etc. He is mentally ill. He has tried to win my hand in marriage over by giving me gifts but it doesn't work. He gets angry these days, that I don't want to marry him.
Every six months we move so my family is unable to find me. We fly high and after all these years I am not able to keep up knowing where we are. All I know that is I need to escape and run away.
Today is the day the mail is delivered. I am allowed to go collect it with supervision. But I have a plan. I have a piece of paper alight inside. I run out to collect the mail and its only a matter of time before the fire alarm is set.
I run as fast as I can to a train station, asking others for help.
I arrive at a train station and jump on, hoping to find my family.