Freedom. I rip the metallic pieces out of my ears. Freedom. I have made up my mind. Freedom. Warm, red liquid covers my body. Freedom. As she puts cloths on the opening, one word repeats in my mind. Freedom. Freedom. Freedom.
Prologue: Age 15
Freedom. I rip the metallic pieces out of my ears. Freedom. I have made up my mind. Freedom. Warm, red liquid covers my body. Freedom. As she puts cloths on the opening, one word repeats in my mind. Freedom. Freedom. Freedom.