On my wrists, my ankles around my waist were chains that held me down so that I could not fly. Many people came to help but I pushed them away day by day the chains grew longer, heavier until I could not move. My hope whithered away and my strength did too, and for some reason the only thing I could pick up was a razor or a gun or rope.
Years go by and my chains got so heavy to the point I could not sit up that for now inactivity was my only activity. Fed up with the chains and the on going pain I was convinced that no one could help me but me. I snatch the gun connecting to my brain...
Bang
I remember the feeling of floating, my thoughts just echoed in my head....
