Phasing through

The door to the cell clanged shut behind her. “I’ve had worse Monday mornings.”

The guard rolled his eyes. “Don’t talk about it.”

He left her there, standing in the dark. She rubbed the back of her sheared head. Not quite intentional, but at least the constant tangles of her previously red curls wouldn’t be a problem for a while.

Especially with how she had managed to lose her hair earlier today. Taking in as much air as her lungs could handle. She walked up to the wall opposite of the cell door. Closing her eyes, she walked forward.

She didn’t open her eyes until she had completely made it through the cement of the building and felt the sun on her freckles once again.