EL Tigre – My reason is…
You know, I ask myself this question a lot…"why do I fight at all. And what is my reason for living," I ask that question to myself a lot. But I give myself the same answer over and over again.
To find the man…or thing, that put me in this misery…suffering, agony when I was a child. To find the man that caused me to become an obsessed, emotionless man. I never told anyone about myself…they only know about my parents. Should I tell them?...hah…no way…what would they think of me.
Should I give up on finding him? I never even tired…as far as I know…he could be dead…or it could be dead.
I laugh…I flirt…I joke. But in the end I…I…am I really happy? Have I really changed…my heart...I don't even know what my heart said's.
It's annoying…I try to avoid these stupid thoughts but they always come to me. I hate it…but it's me. I don't even believe I can really change. All because of what he or it did. It hurts so much…but it's what I've been through all my life. I've put up with his pain for so long it's a part of me…I can't really do anything about it anymore.
I ask myself these questions…these simple questions that anyone can answer
What is my reason for living?
What is my reason to fight?
And who do I want protect?
i…
"HEY! MARCUS!" Shouted Manny
Marcus quickly sat up, startled. He turned around seeing Manny, Frida and Ronnie waving at him and smiling. Marcus looked at them for a few seconds. The pain that was wrapping around him went away. He felt foolish and stupid.
"I'm such an idiot…" Marcus whispered "the answer is so simple…" Marcus got to his feet picking up his sword and walking up the hill to Manny, Frida and Ronnie.
"MY reason for living…is because of them. What is my reason to fight? Because of them…and who do I want to protect?"
He smiled softly
"I want to protect them…even if it cost me my life…"
The end