Sacrifices

Part of being an Animorph means you have to make sacrifices

And I don't mean little sacrifices like letting your brother or sister go first

I mean big sacrifices

Like what? You ask

Like killing your mother for the sake of the rest of the world

Like giving up your human form and all its liberties to fight the Yeerks

Like risking your parents trust, the one thing you value the most

Like losing your childhood forever

Like becoming what you really were . . . a killing machine and leaving the old you behind, forever

And that's only a few

Our life, just to live it, has become a sacrifice

And so,

Sometimes we ask ourselves,

Is our life worth living now?

Is it?

We're not soldiers who's profession is to fight

We're just kids

Ordinary, everyday, trying-to-come-up-with-excuses-about-homework kids

Our job is to enjoy life

Not to kill and murder

We were supposed to just defend earth

Or so we thought

What we didn't know

Was the fact that there was more

More that came with the package

Nightmares

Loss of who and what we are

Sacrifices

Now,

We/re just zombies

Empty shells

We've lost . . . our soul

Our spirit

Our mind

The inner us has ceased to exist

Why?

We gave part of us away with sacrifices

The other part lost fighting

Pouring out with our blood

Now, we cling to the last drop

Last hope

Last . . . us

But someday it will be gone

And then what will happen to us?

What will happen to us?

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