Freedom

The next months, I lived life the best I could. I ate without a care, I slept in, I shopped like crazy, changed my wardrobe, I found a new home in the upper street, a whole building and invested in a few things. I lived without a care in the world, but there was still something missing.

Life was too easy now, I felt no happiness...

What does freedom mean? Was it worth everything?

I lost my family, my friends, my love, everything but still I felt myself losing my mind.

I can speak eight different languages, I am proficient in economics, I am an excellent hacker, I know the political situation here, I know self defense and ways to hurt a person, to break their mind, I am strong now. In so many ways, still, the torture was still engraved in my bones and soul.

It hunts me every night, I am unable to sleep for so long, I am unable to touch or let anyone touch me, I am unable to heal myself. I am so deeply wounded that no time can heal my wounds.

I bleed and bleed and scream and scream, no words and no blood leaving me. Still I bleed and scream. The months of torture hunting me for my whole life.

Why....why are they not leaving me alone? I am living and not surviving anymore, why why are they still hunting me...

I need to be strong, stronger than ever, so that no one can hurt me again.

Humans will forever be my enemies, they shall die a dogs end.

If you block my way, I will end you. If you help me, I will save you.

With a new resolve, I decided to live only for myself. To heal my wounds, to mend my bones, to care for my body. To love only myself. I only need myself.

A breeze blew towards me, a new found strength got infused in my body. Lightning struck me.

And everything went dark and numb.