You Don't Need Anyone

I can’t breathe. Don’t tell me this is the end, when I know it’s the beginning. If this is what life is about, I don’t want a part in it. Let me go. Let me fly free. I can’t breathe.

And so it starts. The questions, no, the interrogations. Everything turns black and white, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. What you can stop, though, is the fighting back. Stop fighting back and start cooperating. Maybe, just maybe, they’ll let you go. And so it starts.

[Disclaimer: I own the story line and characters. This is complete fiction, pulled out of my fourteen year old brain. Please do not steal.]