I drove without a place in mind; only the moon guided me. I realized I was running out of gas, and eventually, I couldn't start the car anymore.
"Damn it!" I said, hitting the steering wheel.
Putting my hand to my chest, I felt my breathing become erratic. I was in the midst of an anxiety crisis, struggling to breathe.
How far had they gone to manipulate my life?
What did they think I was? A puppet, a toy, an empty body without a soul?
I opened the car window, feeling the lack of oxygen in my lungs.
"A deception..." I managed to say, touching my heart while struggling not to lose consciousness.
No one saw me as human; I had only been a chess piece to gain something in return. A f*****g object is given in exchange for wealth and power.
"Everyone has wanted to manipulate my life..."
