Suicide mission? More deaths?! Saaaad.....Are people even on Good Reads and my blog on the weekend?
A salty tear drips down past my mouth. Then another. And another until I can't see her face clearly anymore. "I can't do this." The pain, the anger, they clench my throat and threaten to suffocate me. I feel powerless and drained. I feel like I'm wasting away. I'll fade from two worlds completely. And because of my choices, I'll take all of them with me.
She drops to her haunches and scoots until she's right in front of me, between my legs. She takes me in her arms and holds me close. The sweat on her face mixes with my tears.
"It's not fair," she says. Her voice is small. "The world never wants you to fight. It punishes you for fighting. It's relentless. Bigger, stronger and crueler, and it knows that you'll give up before it does. But here's something I learned a long time ago, Jackson. The world is just made up of men. People who breathe air and bleed red like me and you."