How He Felt…
Destiny is made.
Not pre-determined.
But if that is the case,
Why do my parents try to control my fate?
They say I am to be a doctor,
But I want to be an actor.
I try to voice my dreams,
But my throat freezes.
Why can't I speak?
Why does what I think in my head
Not travel to my lips?
It closes in around me.
The darkness slowly kills me.
And so, freedom at my fingers,
I make my last free choice.
-Steph-
A/N: I will give you all ten seconds to try and figure out whose perspective this is. Ready? Annnd... GO! Ten... Nine... Eight... Seven... Six... Five... Four... Three... Two... One... Time's up! Okay, so, it was Niel's point-of-view, and if you watched the movie, you should have a good idea at about what point I was writing about. Enjoy guys!