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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