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Subversive Saturday

EATMS//Story Reclamation Series 01

The Ward Has No Windows

[File Origin: REDACTED]

[Subject: Girl 238-B]

[Author: Eloise Yarvin]

(Is not, and has not been connected to any current or past administration.)

Greeting fellow Spitters—today’s subversion comes from a file marked REDACTED and a girl they tried to control…

The first thing she remembers is the color of the light—not gold, not white, but the soft gray of submission, humming against every wall of the Compliance Ward. There were no windows. Only a square ceiling panel that flickered whenever she asked a question. Which meant it flickered often.

She was called “Girl #238-B” in public. “Baby” in lectures. “Potential Wife Unit” in her patient file, once when she snuck a glance at the clipboard in Room D.

No one told her what the A units did wrong. Only that they were no longer on-site.

She learned obedience like a second tongue—like a hymn with missing verses. They taught her to lower her gaze, to schedule her thoughts, to fold napkins with patriotic symmetry. They monitored her dreams. She never told them what she saw: a woman with smoke in her lungs, holding a red book to her chest like it was her own unborn name.

And so, on Escape Day (officially called Abstention Reprocessing Day), she did not run.

She walked.

Through the corridor marked “Menstrual Triage.” Past the Honor Room, where girls who leaked rage were punished with isolation and a growth mindset playlist. Through the security hatch that was left open, not by mistake, but by someone who once dreamed like her.

Outside, the wind felt unscripted.

She wore the white regulation gown. The barcode on her collar blinked red every time she moved. In her left fist, she held the thing she’d stolen:

A single page. Torn from an old, burned book. Smudged, blood-marked. It said:

“You are not the sin. You are the system’s refusal to imagine a woman free.”

She didn’t know what it meant. Not yet.

But she knew this: her name wasn’t 238-B.

It was the last word someone whispered before the fire.

She walked out of the ward. We walk with her now. The story lives where they tried to erase us.

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