The girl in the little glass box

There was once a little girl, very pretty little girl actually.
She didn't know her name, she didn't know her age, she didn't know anyone...anything, but that wasn't the real problem; yes, she did have a problem, that problem appeared to be this glass box. A glass box, so beautiful, so bright, so transparent, so...perfect. But...you may wonder -what the problem was- The problem...what troubled this beautiful girl was that this glass box was her prison, yes, she was trapped in it, locked away, it made her feel so isolated, so distant, so...ignorant. It was making her crazy, she couldn't take it, but there was nothing she could do about it. It had been so long, so long since she was kept inside the glass box, away from everything, everything she didn't know, everything she was looking for. But...one day...the little pretty girl found a weakness in the box -IT WAS BREAKABLE!- This weakness would be her strength; but...how coul she break it?...she knew she needed something and that's when it hit her, so she waited, she waited for desperation to come, to take over her completely, that would make her strong, strong enough to scream, scream untill she ran out of air, scream so loud that the glass around her would slowly crack, break, fall, liberating her, letting her go, go and look for everything she didn´t know.