Am I?
I remember I was thirteen, when it all happened. Life happens in a blink, but I promise that was a too drastic change, for a blink. The new government, was voted and he, the modern day Hitler had taken the control. I didn't care much. I thought that government came and went, that was the political order. I should have known that, this was the start of a new "cleaning process".
I was locked in my room, preparing a speech to tell my mother, that I am gay. That I was different, in a good way. When I came out, of the room. She was sitting there watching the news. I peeked with the purpose of analyzing her mood but saw the telecast, that was, how a newly passed law has created chaos within seconds of its arrival.
According to that law, homosexuals were to be isolated, away from the 'natural' world. They said we could be the reason for an epidemic. They wanted to cleanse the society and eradicate the humans that were destroying the natural order.
Taking punishment and death, in your hands wan't the breaking of a natural order, but the portrayal of true love was indeed, one. They liked to call it cleansing, I wanted to call it an open killing spree. It was wrong I knew. But knowing that you are wrong and stepping up to solve it are two different things. I saved my life, I thought. I was only killing myself slower, every single minute.
Now when I look back, it would have been better to die that way, rather staying like this letting pills poison me, only to kill me slower. Am I a coward? Many are. Am I a liar? No a survivor. Am I a plague? They say so. Am I a runner? What's bad in being one.
I would rather run from myself, than run out of life.
So I retreated my steps, back into the room and didn't come out. Jensen Mitchell the boy who chose living by dying.