Realizations

The Realizations of a Leader



Am I just a general? Is that all that I am? Using people for their weaknesses and for their strengths? I have forgotten who I am. Or have I?
I am Jake, I know that. But really, am I someone? Am I a person who should make these decisions? Tobias would be better off than I would. Look at him. He is trapped as a predator, a red-tailed hawk. And yet, he still survives. He stills exists. He is still known as Tobias, the dreamy-eyed kid.
But me? I don't remember anything about my old life, a life without fear. I only remember that I am in charge. My friends' lives rest on my hands. If I make one decision, they will all die. If I make another, they may live.
Am I supposed to be responsible for my friends' lives? This is not what I wanted my teen years to be like. Balancing in my hands, one life and another. Is that a good thing? Should I have to choose who may live, and who may die?
How can you do that, General Custard? How do you live with yourself, George Washington? I, myself, am the leader of a small army. We, alone, stand between the Yeerks winning and losing, and I am the leader. A small insignificant kid, that is who I am.
So who are you to judge me? I try. But will it be enough?

The End *sniff*