The Watched Life

{Harper’s POV}

I grip my plastic toothbrush tight, staring hard at my reflection in the small, smudged bathroom mirror. I wait for my racing brain to process the silence around me. It is an actual, normal, beautifully uneventful morning. There are no heavy iron chains digging mercilessly into my wrists. There are no deafening gunshots echoing off cold concrete walls. There is no one standing over