11. Reached Competition Entry
Is this happening to everyone? Or only to me? Is something trying to make sure I don't come back? I can hear my heart slowing down. It's as if I've hit a barrier that is invisible to all. I feel like I'm breaking down and as if what keeps me together is being attacked.
I can't live this way any longer. I want to be free. Free like the wind which does as it please. But freedom has a price. My life is the small price for the freedom of everyone else.
The world is on mute as I walk to my execution. To my death.
There is silence.
There is still no freedom. Not even the freedom to cry at an execution.
I am force to kneel, pushed down on knees but I keep my head up, facing the crowd that have came to see my execution. It's not a sign of arrogance; although arrogance was told to be my fatal flaw. It's a sign that I will never give in to those that restrict freedom. A message that even in death, I shall never accept a world without the power to choose.
If independence is not given, then I hope my death will start a revolution.
I wait. Wait for the bullet that will enter my skull and finish my life.
I wait for my death, while others wait for freedom.
They have waited too long.
With this thought, my life ends.