Why I should care
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Let me tell you all a story. I don't take any responsibility for the truthfulness in this story. That is something I want you all to know before you're starting to read it.
Once upon I time.. That is what all stories starts with, right? Well, anyhow that is not the way I want this one to be like. Like every story because this one is special.. While the light shone through the dirty windows she was trapped behind, the reality kept on outside. Cars that horned people talking. You know the regular. She had so many thoughts in her head and no idea how to let the world know what was going on. She tried to send signals to make herself heard, but she failed. She tried notes but she couldn't make them send the right message. She could hardly turn around in her little space she was living in. She felt the panic shoot through her limps while she was trying to find some safe area that was not trapping her anymore. But every time she stretched her arms and legs against what seemed like the light out of the trap, there was always somebody there to kick her down again. Every time she thought that: "this time it's finally over" there was always somebody there to tell her exactly how wrong she was. It was almost as they were enjoying it. You know, to push her back down in her shoes so that she didn't thought she was somebody... Every time she was hurt the room become closer and closer to her. Every day she woke up and wondered if she was going to go through the day. Everything she did she started to ask herself why. Why did she do this, and why did she do that. Then one day came when she couldn't find any answer to her questions. She couldn't find any reason why she should live. That was the day she decided that her life could make so many other lives to survive. Persons who really had a reason to want to live, who could find an answer to the questions she no longer could answer. So she wrote a letter. A letter to the one that would find her what her wish were, then she searched the internet for the best way to save as many organs as possible. Her answer came fast and she decided that to shoot herself was the best way. So she bought a gun, placed herself in position and called 911. She told them that there was a dead body in her apartment and that they should come immediately and with the letter in her hand she pulled the trigger...
She heard the sirens outside and saw the light. She felt the heavy yoke of pain lift from her shoulders as she travelled fast up in the sky. She saw the useless attempts to save her now lifeless body and felt happy when they read her letter. Every organ that was possible to use was used and those who got one of her organs have since then felt that there was somebody who was watching them from above. Somebody who felt their happiness and their sorrow and from that day they never felt alone..
