Never in my life.
Never so helpless, so weak, so vulnerable,
So stereotypically feminine.
He shielded me from the leers of everyone else, fighting between two ultimatums in his head.
Me.
Them.
“Wasn’t that the question all along?” I whispered to him. His body stiffened and I laughed. He was still indecisive. He knew why. I knew why. I knew that I’d lost my battle.
“It’s okay. I’ll be fine. Wherever I’m going after this, I’ll be fine.”
Tears fell into my palm. I didn’t know whose they were, but all I could think about was the end.
Pulling the hidden syringe from the pocket in my sleeve, I handed it to him.
"Do it."
He did.
My heart faltered.
Death.
Freedom.
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hello! this is the first story that I'm determined to finish, so I hope I can gain some support. All previous writings of mine have been deleted, because they were really bad and shallow. I'm going to try incorporating actual thought into this story, so if anyone gets confused, don't worry. You're supposed to be XD
Hope you all enjoy!
Annie :D
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Teen FictionA few hundred years later, give or take a century, the world has become a mass of male-dominant nations. Women are no longer treated as human, instead put into institutions where Encapsulation and Fertilization takes place. Yet the men, many of them...
