Description
When we are born, we do not have a choice whether we are taken to the Institution. But our birthers do. They hand us over to the State because they do not think they have a choice. And once we are here, they raise us to believe that we do not have a choice. They lock us away, shield us from a greater wisdom, ignore the object of free will. We think what they want us to think, fight who they want us to fight, become what they want us to become. They make us believe that freedom is a lie, that liberty is a hoax, that only mindless obedience can engender endless happiness. But they are wrong. I am not their pawn. I refuse to be their hostage. Their will has never been my will, not since the day I delivered the message. Not since the day I walked tediously down an empty corridor, not since the day I heard a knock at the window. My life has forever been the my life since the day I chose to listen. The day I dared to chose. [Hey everyone! Thanks for coming to visit my story! I recently posted the prologue of this story as a short story because I think it's enough to stand on its own. It would really mean a lot to me if you could check that one out, too, and comment as to whether you think I should keep the longer version going. I know where it's headed in terms of plot, but I'm split over whether it's worth continuing. What are your opinions? Anyway, thanks again and happy reading!]
Prologue
