Prologue

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How do you imagine you will die? Will you get into a car accident? Old age? Health problems? Suicide, murder? So many ways, so many possibilities. I I never gave much thought to my death, even though I knew that my death was inevitable and would take place within the 18 years of my existence. I knew I would die as a sacrifice, but never imagined my end to be like this. Lying on this cold floor, bleeding out, numb to my surroundings. Sacrificed for people who don't know me, who don't even care about me.  Such an odd, weird way to die, yet I couldn't bring myself to change it, to change what happened to me. I made friends, fell in love, realized the truth about my life - and about my sacrifice-, and found something to believe in. I especially never thought that I would see so much life before I died. I sacrificed myself for people and a cause I wasn't technically a part of, but understood and agreed to. From an outsiders point of view it probably seemed like such a pathetic was to die. But for me, it was just the way it was: my ending. It was worth it, no matter the pain and suffering it caused me.

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