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    He was right. We would have to fight. We had to fight for our houses, for our family pictures, for our loved ones, for the people who couldn’t fight, fight for ourselves, fight for our freedom.

    I knew this was coming, but I never thought it was coming this soon, and this fast. Since yesterday, we’re at war.

    I remember when I was in school, learning every type of war. Especially world war one and world war two. The war meant to end all wars, a war that killed millions of people. A war that did not stop this third world war.

    Surprisingly, this is not the fact that we’re in a war that was scaring me down to my bones and deeper. It was the fact that I was somehow fighting against the man I love.

    “You have to understand, I don’t choose to do this, but I have no other choice.”

    “You were the one who told me that we all had a choice! Why do you do this? Why do you give up on us like this?”

    “They are threatening my sister!”

    “Your sister is not safe, whether you fight for them or against them. None of us are safe.”

   "I’m sorry…“

    Remember when I talked about Thirteen Reasons Why? How saying sorry can be meaningful and tore a heart apart? Well, now I do understand Clay and Hannah. I’m sorry too, Davin. But if you fight for them, it means I will have to fight against you.

    My weapons are my words, but words are useless in front of ignorant. Davin was right; we have to act on the opponent in front of us. And I know the opponent in front of me. I know him better than he knows himself.

    Today I’ve cleaned the whole place. I set my stories in order of dates, finished everything I had to do. There is only "Sad Stories” left.

    I’m afraid I won’t be able to talk about the books I read, as I don’t think I’ll be able to read again in a long time. I’m not even sure I’ll be able to read again. So here are some of my favorite books:

David Copperfield - Charles Dickens

The Notebook - Nicholas Sparks

The Lucky One - Nicholas Sparks

Before I fall - Lauren Olivier.

    Those were the books I wanted to talk about on Sad Stories. Please read them and cherish them as much as I do.

    I’ve been writing Sad Stories in secrets. We no longer have the right to write, read, or do any of this as it would stop us from working or fight for our side. So if somehow this book gets out and has only four chapters, please know that I never meant to stop it at four episodes. If it ever happens, know that someone made me do it.

    All days are pretty much the same, you see and hear terror on each street. But today, today was different. Most of the time I hear about what happened and write an article on it and call out for a revolution, on a fight back, call out to the nation to fight harder.

    But today I became more than a writer. Today I became an eyewitness.

    Like every Wednesday when my paper appears, I go out and distribute it to people walking. I was walking on 44 Shirley Ave.

    West Chicago. Everything was different from what it used to be. The West Chicago High School doesn’t look like a school anymore.

    The beautiful surrounding of the greener grass ever and a path of pebbles that leads to the door, the trees on each side of it making the front of the school look almost dreamy. And this big black door that makes it look like it’s a kingdom and not a high school.

    All of this is gone, the trees are on the ground, the grass is no longer here, the door is inside the school, broken by the Supremacy’s soldiers that got in.

    When I walk in the neighborhoods, I no longer see these amazing gray, black, white, brown houses. I no longer see the playground where children used to play with their best friends. I no longer see the welcoming porch, the flowers that were on it.

    All of this is gone. This one beautiful gray house has burned down today. But this is not the worse thing that happened when this house burned down.

    I mean, when a house burns down it’s still an awful event. You can only imagine when the couple that lived here moved in it. How much economies they’ve spent to be able to afford this house, how many dreams they had to give up to realize this one and how they got excited when they found out they were going to be parents.

    But in this world, you can only imagine how they felt when they found out that when their house burned down, their five years old son burned with the house. You can only imagine how the mother felt. Well, for my part, I did not have to imagine it. I heard it. I listened to the scream of the mother; I listened to the thousands no’s of the Father, I saw their faces when they’d been told that their whole life has burned down with that damn gray house.

    I was there when the mother called out for her son, pray for her son to come out of this house. I was there when they both died at the same time as their child.

    At this moment I realize that this war was doing more than destroying a high school, more than killing trees, more than burning down houses. Sure, I’m not stupid, I know people die in wars, but take a minute to think, do you truly, really, deeply, realize that mothers, daughters, sons, fathers, brothers, and sisters died? You acknowledge it, but you don’t realize. You can’t, not until you go through a war and hear the cry of a mother.

    My name is Davin Bennett; I’m a Supremacy’s soldier. Even if the Supremacy does not exist anymore, I’m sure you know about it. And if it does, it means that Marylin died for nothing.

    I sincerely hope she did not die for anything. Marylin was an amazing woman, the best person I’ve ever met. She was a marvelous author. Her words – her last words to me – pierced my bones. I know them, heart, by heart for reading them over and over again.

    “Davin, my love. I’m sure you’re regretting not fighting with your sister and me. I’m sorry, I should’ve insisted more, but we did not have time for this.

    I’m sorry for your sister. Emilia was an amazing young woman. But I hate you. I hate you because by betraying them, they did not punish you, no they decided to punish your sister. They’ve put her in a public place and made you pull the trigger.

    Now, I have questions for you. When the gun was in your hands, did you feel like a man? When you pulled the trigger, did you feel relieved? When the blood and brains of your sister were on the concrete, did you regret to join the Supremacy’s army? How do you feel right now? Do you even realize that, with who I am, I had more reasons to be at your place, to be with the Supremacy, but I didn’t?”

    She is right. My sister died because of me. I should’ve never become a Supremacy’s soldier, that led to Emilia’s death.

    I’m sorry for being the man I am. I became one of them in every aspect. I raped god knows how many women, I probably have - at least - two children. I’ve killed thousand of people, but always in the back, like the coward I am.

    Whatever the Supremacy tries to do to you, please don’t let them. Don’t let Marylin die in vain. Fight. Use her as your symbol.

    I’m guilty of so many things, but the biggest of them is my ignorance. I could say I’m sorry thousands of time, but it won’t bring back Emilia, it won’t erase the fact I raped women, and it won’t bring back Marylin. I’m guilty of my stupidity; I’m guilty of being me.

    There is not much to write. I’m not as good with words as Marylin was.

    When the last Newspaper written by Marylin was published, you could almost hear everyone’s reaction.

    “Oh my god, the daughter of Clayton!” One husband says to his wife.

    “Wait, his own daughter disagrees with him?” Says a supporter of the Supremacy. “Do you think this is good? I mean…she is right. A lot of people died.” He asks his wife – wife that was raped three months ago and is now pregnant. His wife does not answer – of course, Marylin was right. Things needed to change.

    “I can’t believe it was her all along. Do you really think he will kill his daughter?”

    People that lost their loved ones cried while reading The Newspaper. Marylin was the voice of them all, if she is gone, who’s going to speak for them?

    Fewer people were supporting the Supremacy. In fact, even soldiers of the Supremacy were giving up Clayton Marshall. It makes sense; his own daughter disapproves his choices. If he can’t maintain his daughter, how can he keep a whole nation?

    When Davin read The Newspaper – when he read his part, he closed his eyes as tight as he could. “I should’ve listened to you.” He says, full of remorse. He reopened his eyes and forced himself to read the whole article. Her words definitely were her weapons; she stabbed him in the heart. And he deserved it.

    Once he finished reading the article over and over, he puts it down and stands up.

    When the very last Newspaper has been distributed, there were thousands of hundreds of people in front of Marylin’s house, some were praying for her, for them. Some were singing; some were chanting her name, some were chanting the national anthem. Even if Marylin could hear it, she wasn’t in her house anymore. She was walking to the principal public place. When someone yelled, “To the public place!” they all followed and went there.

    When the little amount left of the soldiers of the Supremacy saw Marylin, they ran to her and handcuffed her. One soldier went inside the building and into the office of Clayton.

    “Sir, your daughter is outside, we got her.”

    Clayton looks up and sighs. Does he really have to kill his daughter? Of course, he does. Does he want it? More than anything. Clayton stands up and straightens his suit, almost like he wanted to look presentable for the moment he will shoot his daughter.

    He nods and walks out of his office. When he arrives outside the whole place is silent, he looks at the people watching every move he makes.

    At this right moment when he’s standing in front of his daughter who’s holding the eye contact with her father.

    “You’ve betrayed me, Marylin.”

    “Oh Father, forgive me for what I’ve sinned…” Marylin was smiling. She knew what was coming.

    To Davin’s side – he went to his bedroom and took his gun. Should he be a coward until the end? It will make sense anyway, and to be honest with himself, he’s not the type to fight, not like Marylin who was standing in front of her father, the leader of the Supremacy.

    So he decided to give up, he did not want to fight at all – whether it was the right or wrong side. He killed his sister, and the girl he loved was going to die too. So if there is truly a Heaven as they say, if he’s lucky enough for him to be forgiven of his sins, he will go up there and will join his sister and Marylin. But he did not think much of it if there were a Heaven and a Hell – he’s going to hell for what he did. And he deserved it, at least that is what he thought.

    Clayton closes his eyes. Marylin was irritating him, and he knew this is what she wants. He stands up straight and speaks louder for everyone to hear.

    “You’ve transgressed every law of the Supremacy. As the daughter of the leader you should’ve never betrayed your nation and me.”

    “I’m honoring my country by standing up to you, who wants to destroy it! Your way is not the way to do things! You can’t decide life or death on another human, you don’t have this right, you don’t have this power and you never will. You might kill me today, but my memory will remain, the souvenir of my acts will keep me alive.”

    Clayton raises his hand. “Give me the gun.” One of the soldiers gives him the gun. Clayton charges it without breaking eye contact with Marylin. “On your knees.” He orders. Marylin scoffs “Never, father.”

    Davin looks at the picture of Emilia, Marylin and him. He sadly smiles, he loads the gun, aims it to his temple and pulls the trigger. His body falls limp on the ground, his blood on the ground and the walls. On the table next to the picture of the three of them, was an envelope, “The letter of a guilty Supremacy’s soldier.”

    Clayton aims the gun at Marylin’s head; he takes the safety off and shoots. You could hear a global “Oh!” from the citizens. There was a silence, Clayton took a moment to put his arm down. He looks at the body of his daughter on the ground in a pool of her own blood.

    “Let my daughter be an example of the consequences of betraying your nation and me. If any of you think you might get pity from me, remember the day I shot my own daughter. We own you; you owe us!”

    Nobody said anything. He was right if he did not hesitate to kill his daughter he would never hesitate to kill one of them. So even after years after Marylin’s death – nothing changed, no things went worse. When Clayton died, his son he had with a woman he raped, took his place. People would say that he’s worse than Clayton, but on Marylin’s death anniversary, they remember that no one can be worse than Clayton. When the previous generation died, and the new one took place, things were moving as Clayton Jr. wanted.

    How did you want things to happen? They grew up in a world where raping women is the only way to keep the high Supremacy going, where when you’re too old to be useful, you must die. In a world where little girls or little boys can’t reproduce themselves, they get killed.

    Once a week, every house was being searched for any trace of betrail. The highest crime is to have anything related to Marylin Marshall, she is a real symbol of hope, even to the new generation. Her story is shared from mother to daughter or son and on to the next.

    Parents use Marylin as a model for their daughters and use Davin’s letter as a model for their sons.

    The same day that the newspaper got out with the pictures and everything I had and wrote about the death scene of the couple that died, the Supremacy’s soldiers were searching every house, every room to find anything on me.

    To my surprise, they did not lock up Davin, no. But they are using him against me. Not that any of it will work. I might seem rude and a bitch right now, but if you were living in the world I live in today, you’d learn never to get stuck on something, to move on, faster.

    I’m running out of time to write Sad Stories. I don’t think I will have a chance to finish it. So this chapter will probably be the last one I’m going to write.

    If you’ve read until now, thank you for sticking with me, I appreciate you letting me tell my story. I never thought it would hurt me to come to terms with this book.

    When I believe that the purpose of this book was to talk about my favorite books and now here I am, telling you the story of how our world has been destroyed by the leader of the Supremacy, Clayton Marshall.

    Davin was right. I did become one of my sad stories. But I don’t care. So what if I become one of them? At least I tried my best to fight for what I believed. Because, in the end, today, the Newspaper is way bigger than it used to be, less and fewer people trust the Supremacy, they’re losing their power, people start to revolt, they start to fight. This was a genuine purpose of Sad Stories, to help people.

    I sincerely hope I, at least, inspired you to fight for what you love. Don’t let fear stop you. I’m afraid, I’m scared to death, but maybe my death will be the last one. Because in the Newspaper of today, I signed my name.

    You’re wondering who I am, am I right? Before I say my name, I just want to say something.

    First, this chapter will be in the last Newspaper written by me. It will appear tonight. And when this chapter is out, this will make things move faster than it used to. Things will change, the Supremacy will be even more at risk. And that’s the purpose. My death is the aim. After the Newspaper goes out with this chapter on the front page, I will turn myself in, right in front of him. For him to understand, for them to know that I’m standing up for them, that I’m doing this for them, and now it’s their time to fight back, together, united like we used to be back then. It’s time for the United States of America to be what she used to be before, the land of the free and the home of the brave.

    Raise your flag up high, be proud to be human, be proud to be a citizen, be proud to be for equality, love, hope, and happiness. Be who you are, fight for the ones who can’t, fight for the people you love, fight with the others. Fight together, as a nation. Mark the history for bravery, and not for cowardice.

    I’m not telling you it will be easy; I’m not telling you it’ll be okay. A lot of people will die, whether you like it or not. But if you let things stay the way they are, way more people are about to die.

    Think about your mother that will be killed because she’s getting too old. Think about your dad being killed because he can’t construct anything anymore. Think about your little sister being raped because she needs to reproduce herself. Think about your little brother being trained to become one of them. Think about your child going through what you’ve been through.

    Think about you but about others. You all deserve peace. Please, don’t give up.

    Rebuild our symbols and create new ones to remind whoever who wants to be the second Supremacy that you will fight back, and harder than before.

    Educate your children, tell them about this, tell them that whatever happens, they cannot give up.

    Davin, my love. I’m sure you’re regretting not fighting with your sister and me. I’m sorry, I should’ve insisted more, but we did not have time for this.

    I’m sorry for your sister. Emilia was an amazing young woman. But I hate you. I hate you because by betraying them, they did not punish you, no they decided to punish your sister. They’ve put her in a public place and made you pull the trigger.

    Now, I have questions for you. When the gun was in your hands, did you feel like a man? When you pulled the trigger, did you feel relieved? When the blood and brains of your sister were on the concrete, did you regret to join the Supremacy’s army? How do you feel right now? Do you even realize that, with who I am, I had more reasons to be at your place, to be with the Supremacy, but I didn’t?

    As I said before, choosing the right road is harder than the wrong path. I know it is, but I’ve chosen the right way. It was paved with good and bad intentions, paved with sadness, but now that I’ve arrived at the wanted destination, the landscape of a bright and sunny future mesmerize me.

    I realize that I have to put the final dot of this book. Emilia…I’m sorry for what happened to you; I’m sorry that Davin was your brother.

    Mom…I miss you so much, but I’m coming soon. I won’t be long; I just need to finish a thing or two. Dad…well…more specifically…Grandpa. Wait you don’t understand? Well, I guess I could tell you, I’m arriving at the end anyway.

    Remember when I told you that they made my dad kill my mom because she was getting too old? No. They made my grandfather kill my mother. I call him dad because, for me, he’s my dad. But I do have a father, I mean who doesn’t? But you know him. I’ve mentioned him before. Not much but enough for you to know who he is.

    But before I say my name, which will tell you who my father is, I have to finish this.

    Davin, thank you for prepping me to fight. I would’ve never defeated you if you did not train me. I’m sorry you became who you are today. The Supremacy does this to a good person. Because you are, at least you were.

    Thank you to each of you who made the Newspaper travel faster to the Supremacy. Thank you for making noises with me.

    And dad. I’m sorry you are who you are. I can’t believe you’ve forced grandpa to kill mom.

    Wait you still don’t get it? Okay. Fine.

    You’ll figure it out anyway as the last paper of the Newspaper written by me will be out tonight. And signed by the one and only, Marylin Marshall, the daughter of Clayton Marshall. So, Dad, proud of your daughter yet?

    Surprisingly, Davin did not cave in. He came to me, to warn me.

    “You have to leave. They’re after you.”

    “No, wrong. You’re after me. And I know, but I’m not leaving.”

    “Please, I don’t want to lose you…”

    I couldn’t believe he told me this. He didn’t want to lose me? Did it ever occur to him that the day he decided to fight with the Supremacy, he lost me?

    “You already lost me, Davin! You lost me when you walked out of this door to fight for Clayton Marshall.”

    Clayton Marshall is the leader of the Supremacy. A tall man, brown hair, dark eyes, and this smirk that could be made by the devil himself.

    “What? But I told you, they are threatening my sister!”

    “As long as the Supremacy will be there, as long as we know at 50 years old they will kill her. If you fight with them, you’ll give them more chances. If you fight with me, against them, we will have more opportunities to save the thousands of sisters.”

    “You can’t ask me to chose.”

    “But I do.”

    “Then I’m asking you to chose.”

    “You’re asking me to chose between you, or…me? Then, fine. Tell them where I live, where I hide. Give it up. Be a man. But if I have to go down, I’ll go down with my dignity. And between us, you can’t tell that for yourself. Get out of here.”

    “If you really loved me, you would have never asked me to chose.”

    “If you really loved your sister and me, you’d fight on our side.”

    Davin’s visit made something click in me; I needed to taunt the Supremacy, and for that, I had the best idea.

Newspaper - 2022-09-05

    Since the leader of the Supremacy took power, Clayton Marshall has been very clear about his attentions and the laws.

    When he took his power, he swore to the nation that he would do whatever it takes to bring this country back on her feet. But I’m going to ask a question. What did he do? He destroyed our symbols, places where we made memories with the ones we love, took our faith, dignity, and dreams away from us.

    Now, I know you might support him, but please, take a moment, and think. Did you want these beautiful landscapes to be destroyed? Did you want our symbols to be taken down? Did you want your wife, daughter or sister to be raped to keep the Supremacy going? Do you want this?

    If so, then I’m sorry. Don’t read this. If you never wanted so, please, I’m begging you, in the name of the new generation, don’t let them grow up in a world where violence, rape, and patriarchy is the only way around.

    Equality, rights, love, hope, support, dreams, happiness, all of this, it deserves to be celebrated, we deserve it.

    The Supremacy is after me. I’ve heard it. Davin McLane came and told it to me. His sister and I talked, he’s with the Supremacy, it means he agrees with their acts. He used to say to me to work on the opponent in front of me. Here I am, using the only weapon I know heart by heart. Words.

    I’m calling out to you who are reading this, take a look around you. Look at the houses, look at the schools, look at the playgrounds, the hospital, the police station, our skyscrapers. Look at them or what’s left of them.

    Hear. Listen to the cry of the mothers, listen to the cry of the daughters praying for the Supremacy Soldier to not rape her, listen to the cry of a father that cannot keep his family safe. Hear the gun shot that killed someone from the LGBTQ+ community, listen to the gun shot that killed a little girl because she couldn’t have children. Listen to the gun shot that killed your mother because she’s too old to be useful for them. Listen.

    Pay attention to your surroundings.

    Ignorance and fear are as explosive as an atomic bomb. You can choose to stay ignorant, or you can decide to open your eyes, to finally listen and to be hit by the reality.

    It hurts, I know. You’re scared, I know, me too. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry you have to go through this, but it’s time to fight. Find your weapon(s), use it.

    Things need to change. We need to fight for the next generation.

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    This time I wasn’t the one to distribute the journal. I put it where the Statue of The Republic, in Jackson Park, used to be.

    Yes, I said used. It’s not here anymore. They took it away. What? I thought you understood by now that we’re not a republic.

    We’re nothing to them.

    Remember the couple that lost their son in the fire of their house? Today they were found dead. Of course, the Supremacy Tribune assures it’s a - tragic - accidents and the Supremacy have nothing - not that we ever thought they had - to do with it.

    People believed it. I mean, they lost their house and their son. What would you do? Some people said they were so desperate that they killed themselves. I’m going to admit; it occurred to me. But then, it seems…too perfect; it seems to make too much sense.

    And let me remind you, I’m a journalist. Even if this is real, even if they actually killed themselves, I can only be sure by checking. So I decided to make my own investigation.

    No matter the answer, both would make sense.

    The first step, go where the bodies were found. The bodies were found in the only room of their house that did not burn down, in the library.

    I wait for the night to fall and go to their house wearing all black. The fact that they destroyed everything, including the street lights.

    When I arrive there, I’m careful to not walk on anything. I take my camera and do several pictures of the room in the highest quality. I write on my notebook a description of each photograph.

    I take my notebook and write a diagram and describe the items of evidence and the possible relationship to the body or the weapon of crime. I describe as much as I can any trace of blood, body fluid. I also do as best as I can to explain anything that seems odd or weird to me, like odors, lights, temperatures.

    As I look around, still careful to not alternate anything, I search for a location of where exactly did the death happen. It’s not that hard to figure it out; there is a lot of blood just in front of the couch. I kneel down and take a picture. I look around and see some line of blood.

    “Like someone dragged the bodies…”

    I stand up and take several pictures. Even if there were any evidence, they’re probably destroyed by the Supremacy. But those lines of blood clearly shows that the bodies were dragged. I start to follow the lines. When I reach the end of it, there is, even more, blood there. It’s like the couple has been drained from their blood.

   There is no way they could’ve lost this amount of blood, then somehow walk in front of the couch to die there and lose even more blood. It’s impossible. So it confirms what I thought.

    The Supremacy did kill the couple. As for the mobile, it’s easy. With the death of their son and the condolences of Clayton Marshall, the doubts from the Supremacy supporters were obvious. If the parents of the little boy stayed alive, the doubts and speculations were going to grow, and of course, it’s something Clayton Marshall cannot risk. Two fewer people to cause any drama.

    Today the Supremacy Army was searching for the author of the newspaper. I never found time to name it; it was always called “Newspaper.” The name wasn’t important, the content was.

    So the Supremacy Army was after me. Of course, they did not know they were after me, but they are. Now, how much time do you think it will take Davin to cave in and give them my name, where I live and hide?

    In this chapter, I want to talk about the power of innocence. In everything that happens in life, somehow, someway, someday, children get caught in between. Whether it’s divorce or moving out for a job or politics, children always pay the prices.

    Growing up, I value more and more the power and beauty of innocence. Sure you ask questions, but you don’t get what’s happening and how much it will affect your future. Until one day, you will wake up and understand it all.

    Now I wish I could pinpoint the day, the exact moment where and when my innocence left me. Did I actually wake up one morning and it was gone? Or did it just slowly faded and I never realized it? How does innocence leave? Why does it leave?

    I think that losing our innocence is a choice. It’s up to you to take it back, to work on still having this innocent side. Looking at things innocently, for example. But I also think that our innocence does not leave because we chose it to go, society made it go away.

    When I see children, I smile at how curious they are about life. Looking around asking questions, without even knowing that when they have the answers to their questions, they will regret ever asking it. Without knowing that this is just a phase. I then get sad by thinking of their future. Especially those days.

    The Supremacy does not care about innocence; they use children women and men. You might ask yourself, what happens when you grow older? Once they realize you can’t help the Supremacy to get stronger than they already are, once they realize you gave them everything you had to give, and by everything, I mean everything, mentally and physically. Once they come to terms with the fact that you’re useless for them, they put a bullet in your head, drop your body some place they don’t need and move on to the next.

    Shocked yet?

    Let me tell you how innocence is being killed, how simplicity doesn’t mean anything to them.

    In the world we live in today, no one thinks about the future, no one thinks about the dreams we use to make, no reasonable and sane person think about adding members to the family.

    Sadly, it doesn’t please the Supremacy. If everyone stops to reproduce themselves, the future of the Supremacy will die with the last generation, and this, they can’t afford.

    I’m sure you know where I’m going with this. I’m going to be crude and tell the truth like it is.

   To assure the future of the Supremacy, its Soldiers will rape women. Of course, not all of them get pregnant, but sadly some of them do. Each house is on overwatch. Whenever a woman has any signs of pregnancy, they take her and lock her up until she has the baby.

    Are you still there? Okay good.

    Whenever a kid gets to the age of 12, they get any kind of medical tests to see if they’re healthy, but also to see if they will ever be able to have children.

    If the tests are good, the kid is good to go with a “Don’t forget, what you’re doing, is for the greater good.” They smile and head them out.

    But what happens when they find out that they can’t have children?

    For men, that’s easy, they would use them for physical work, construction, science, etc. But for women, it’s different.

    Since the beginning of time, women had to fight for their rights, the right to vote, the right to wear what we want.

    When the Supremacy took control, we took thousands of steps back.

    Women do not have the rights to vote; we have to wear the same clothes, and if you can’t have children, you get executed, in a public place. Nature made you a woman and a woman who can’t have kids. Even a witch would’ve had more respect.

    Now don’t get me started on the LGBTQ+ community. They always fought to have human rights, because let me remind you, they are humans, they’re not their sexual orientation.

    If they ever find out that you’re from the LGBTQ+ they would lock you up until you starve, torture you, rape you and then kill you on a public place.

    I remember when people from the old government used to complain. Did they ever know it was going to be way worse?

    Did you? Did you ever think that people, humans, could ever be able of this cruelty? At first, I couldn’t believe it. Not until they killed my mom in front of me because she was getting too old. Not until they made my dad pull the damn trigger. Not until they forced me to watch, telling me that this is what will happen to me if I get as useless as the whore that my mother is. Or was.