I was banging on the cage. Banging, and banging, and banging, until my hands hurt. I paused and looked at them, turning them over, feeling the part that was hurt. They were cold. I put my hand on the metal bar of the cage. It was freezing, freezing cold. And then, I stopped. I gingerly sat down, back against the wall, wincing as I put my hands on the ground to stabalize myself. Then I put my hands in my lap, rubbing them carefully. There, on the ground in the cage, is where I gave up. I was tired of fighting. Why fight against all of them? The whole school, the whole _world_? It's the way society works, and I just happened to be on the wrong side of it. I just happened to be the victim, the prey. And what's the use of fighting society? Anyone could see she needed saving. Or maybe that's just it. Maybe no one could see. Maybe that's why no one bothered to help, to save her. They just let her scream, bang on the cage, fight and try every way she could to change things, and then... give up. 2008-07-04T09:39:18Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/33847 <p>Yeah, it&#8217;s supposed to be a different narrator. <br />I&#8217;m sorry for the confusion, I probably should have italicized them or something, but I reached the 1024 character limit.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/33847?basename=76200 2008-07-04T09:39:18Z wytherwings http://ficlets.com/authors/wytherwings <p>I really liked this as well. One question, though. Are the last two paragraphs written from the perspective of a different narrator than the one in the rest of the piece?</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/33847?basename=75907 2008-07-03T13:58:21Z thebetweenspace http://ficlets.com/authors/thebetweenspace <p>This is great&#8230; I was hoping you would sequel to the first one.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/33847?basename=69567 2008-06-10T06:20:18Z More Ways Than One http://ficlets.com/authors/cicforever25