When the bullet made contact with my flesh, I made peace with death on the spot.
Not having to deal with this new era of war, suffering, and pain. I knew I was a coward for thinking this way, but to be honest, I never wanted to express it.
Not when I was born in a world with free will. Where women had rights, where choosing your sexuality was a choice, and where religion wasn't psychotic and mandatory.
Being killed for refusing to bend to this new era of men, was something I was fine with.
Better dead than having to deal with them.
They would have killed me anyway.
I refuse to bend to this.
I refuse to kneel in front of them, let them control me.
But little did I know.
Dying was never an option for me.