Chapter One: Reflection It's 9pm and the Prime Minister is dead. I'm in a dream state, four walls surrounding me, representing feelings, thoughts and emotions about what I just did. The Prime Minister is dead; I killed him. All my life I have waited for this moment, to serve justice for people, it has caused pain and most importantly, for the impact it has had on my life. The idea of ​​the "nuclear family" did not exist in my life. education, but only the awareness of living in a single parent family. But as I grew into a young adult, I demanded answers. Answers that my mother refused to give me, questions that led my mother to label me as a "matriarchal young woman", where my questioning mood took over my soul to get answers about my father and where finds. On my 25th birthday I was assured that the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth would be revealed and my curiosity would be stopped once and for all. I don't know what a "normal life" is. All I know is that I was raised by a woman who also took on my father's role, being responsible for a double shift at home. I grew up and strange events occurred, so my mother hid me in the secret room that was my bedroom. During these strange moments, my suspicions became great... even greater when we changed cities. They called me by a different name since I was ten and I couldn't tell anyone where I lived before. When I turned fourteen, I took my false hope and forced myself to follow the steps of a devout Christian, where I said a prayer every night: "Great and mighty God, when the enemy whispers to me that you caused the my pain." O suffering, help me to remember that the Scriptures tell me that you are the same yes...... middle of paper ......ket was carefully brought out, hidden behind my back waiting for everyone to leave the operating room. I took off my gloves, letting the guards know I was leaving, but then I took the opportunity to give him the injection while they weren't looking and left. A few minutes later, I heard panic down the hall. I decided to continue walking, but I was stopped. Everyone involved in the surgery was rushed back to the operating room, where I watched his heart rate drop and watched him suffocate to death. I smiled. The guards realized it was me and I fainted. I woke up, trying to familiarize myself with the environment I was in. I wasn't in the hospital, but in a room where I was trapped by being with everyone I knew. There was a small window and a door. I was trapped, staring at four walls in a dream state. The Prime Minister is dead; I killed him.