eleutheromania
(n.) an intense and irresistible desire for freedom
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"When I saw that small smile on her lips. I knew in that moment, that for the rest of my life I'll do anything and everything to protect that smile and anyone who tries to take it...
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There was this girl. I didn't know her name. She used to live beside my house. At nights I would hear screams coming from her house, screams of a man, he would yell so loud, I could hear him screaming at her calling her wrong names, he would hit her too but never did I ever hear her protests. Was she not hurt by this? Why won't she ever yell out loud? Hell if she couldn't fight then why did she never even screamed for help? Why?
It angered me. Weak.
At times I would try to sneak out of my house to catch a view of what was happening there but either mother would catch me sneaking out or that man would suddenly stop probably sensing me coming towards them. I would rarely see her, she only came out of her house once or twice a month, would collect some essentials and then go away.
When I saw her for the first time she was covered in bruises but she didn't do anything about it. Even when those jerks pushed her around and called her a slave of her father, she would still not do anything. Not a single emotion was there on her face. She would just accept whatever was thrown at her. How can she be okay with it? Is she a coward or just a puppet? Is she okay with being a puppet?
It angered me. She never fought.
One day father brought this girl named Mikasa Ackerman home. Father told me that he rescued her from some thugs who were going to sell her and that she'll be living with us from now on. I was okay with it. A new addition to our small family, mother was really happy. At nights I would wonder if that girl had a mother or not, or maybe a sister like Mikasa, did she have anyone at all, except her shitty father? Why does she never fight against her cruel fate? Why does she accept things as they are?
It angered me. She just accepted her fate.
Our first face to face meeting was turbulent. It was late evening. Mother was out to get some food, Mikasa had gone along with her, Father was treating some patients on the other part of the town and he had said he would be returning back home tonight. I was alone. That's when those screams started. I heard some swishing sound and some sound of glass breaking. Everything was blur after that, the only thing I remember is the knife in my hand and my body pushing down a man twice my side, my own words...
"What are you doing?! Why are you not fighting?",
...were ringing in my ears. I heard her voice first time then, barely audible but it was there,
"What reason do I have to fight?"
All I did was scream out loud,
"You just have to fight!If you win, you live. If you lose, you die. If you don't fight, you can't win!, Fight, Fight!!"
The next thing that happened was unexplainable, I was torn apart from that writhing man's body and was thrown across the room, I saw her, her small hands were all covered in his blood, the knife was resting deep in his chest. She turned around around to look at me, trying to read me. That's when saw that look in her eyes that proved me wrong. I was wrong all along. She was not weak, she was fighting all along, her eyes said it all.
