Born Killer

By, Reighan Fisher

Everyday I wake up. I go through my morning routine and prepare for what the day might bring. The moment I leave my house I am exposed to opinions, advertisements, and people telling me what I should believe, what club I should join, what side to be on, what's hot, what's not, and who I should aspire to be. It’s been like this for as long as I can remember. 

But I have it down. I have an important job, I make a difference. I fight for what's right.

Across the ocean, an old friend of mine wakes up. She goes through her morning routine. She prepares for what the day might bring her. The moment she leaves her house she is exposed to the same things I am but different opinions, different views on what side to take, different clubs, different advertisements.

Click here tMy friend loves her job. Her family is so proud of what she does. People thank her everyday for the hero she is.

Today I woke up and so did my friend from across the sea. I left my house and she left hers. We listened to what we needed to do today and believed it with best intentions in mind. Feeling a bit nervous and lost, we did it with passion and determination. Branded by our countries, we went into battle with our uniforms on. Two shots were taken.I shot my friend and she shot me. The moment I saw that I knew this person brought me back to who I used to be.

My life re winded before me, flashes of my childhood, defining moments, and people I loved zipped through my head.

I’m the good guy right? I’m defending the right side. 

Why do we always have to be better than something? Why can’t we just accept to be different? Be equal? Instead we are taught to be the best, and to be the best comes with a price.

Thoughts flashed through my head. I've realized everything in just a single moment, but now it’s to late. 

My body starts to go completely numb.More thoughts swarm in.

I can’t help where I was born and neither can she. Our opinions are different and so are our beliefs. What are we fighting about that concerns one another? What am I fighting for? Who am I even doing this for? Certainly not for me. I collapse.

What have I done? What did she do to me? Is this it?

The thoughts rushed back in.
I start to see things more clearly. In a way I've never thought like before.

It’s where we grow up that determines what we may become. It’s what we are exposed to that defines our motives and sharpens what we think is right. Our beliefs fuel us to a point where everything becomes irrelevant to the original us. Everything subconsciously consumes us and our opinions slowly turn into something far from who we once were.

Who am I? Where am I? My breath starts to slip away.

What now? The world turns dark. I hear nothing.

This morning I woke up from a terrible nightmare. I went through my morning routine and prepared for what the day might bring. ​
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