Prologue
Sometimes, life is like playing on a chess board. One good move can equal victory; one wrong move can equal defeat. Is there any satisfying way to be defeated in chess?
The same question could be asked about about life.
As I stared at the thirty two pairs of angry red eyes before me, I knew in that moment, it was my time. I had my family behind me, but deep down, I knew even love would not be enough to save me. Today, we were on that chess board and I was just another piece, but I was the piece that the Queen wanted to kill off.
As I walked forward to accept my fate, I felt that aching pull on my heartstrings. If this was my last chance of feeling any human emotion, I was glad it was now.
They say that life is full of choices; one right move, you're saved. One wrong move; you die.