Set Me Free
“You worthless piece of trash, scrub harder! Did you not eat today?”
“Get away from me, you disgusting freak! You’ll dirty the floor!”
“What are you looking at? You blind, ugly monster!”
Fists, boots, clubs, and malicious insults became her daily routine. Eventually, Vanessa seemed to have really gone mad. She would often scrub the filth mechanically while muttering to herself in a crazed, delirious tone, “Go back… I need to go back to the modern world… Ethan, honey, take me back! This isn’t real… Since I’ve traveled through time, I must be able to travel back. I have to find a way; I need to find a way–”