I lay in the forest on a peaceful day in the Wilds.
We hadn't won.
The officials had taken almost every one of us. I'm one of the few that are still alive.
Alex, Julian, my mother, Raven Tack, everyone. All dead.
Again, a glorious day for the government. Another battle against the Invalids had resulted in their victory.
However, many of their people are gone as well. Around thousands, more than the last uprising.
We aren't finished. We will keep fighting until we gain our freedom. Perhaps, in the process, the world's population will be wiped out. Maybe there won't be any of us left when we gain our freedom.
That is a time to come.
That is a dream.
This is reality.
When the Government won and the cure would continue to take over millions of minds.
That was reality.
It would take years and years to build up the Resistance again.
They probably don't need me anymore.
Finding a knife next to myself, I carefully positioned it over myself.
Plunged it in.
Ended my own life.
A/N: I am preparing myself for so much hate right now.
I believe that realistically, the rebels could not have won. There was just no way.
Sometimes fans have a hard time distinguishing between dreams and reality.
Please, fix that. ~x Marida Li