Bridge by Amanda Visokay (a Short Story Contest entry)
It was a bridge to everything, and no one could see it but me. I was unlocked. Hell, the game changed, once I saw myself the way my teacher saw me. It’s like I didn’t have glasses for sixteen years, but needed them. The prescription is filled, and the world cracked open. It’s nectar. It’s stairways. It’s cold, cold, open air. I didn’t know everything I needed, I already had. Now I know.