Chapter One: Reflection It's 9 p.m. and the Prime Minister is dead. I stand in a dreamlike state, four walls surround me, representing the feelings, thoughts and emotions related to what I just did. The Prime Minister is dead; I killed him. All my life I have waited for this moment, to bring justice to the people he also caused and, above all, to the impact he had on my life. The idea of ​​a “nuclear family” did not exist in my life. education, but only knowledge of life in a single-parent home. But when I grew up, became a young adult, I demanded answers. Answers that my mother refused to give me, questions that caused my mother to call me a "young matriarchal woman", where my questioning mindset invaded my soul to get answers about my father and where he is. find. On my 25th birthday, I was assured that the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth would be revealed and my spirit of curiosity would end once and for all. I don't know what "normal life" is. All I know is that I was raised by a woman who also took on my father's role, responsible for double duty within the household. I grew up with strange occurrences that caused my mother to hide me in the secret room that was my bedroom. During these strange times, my suspicions grew…even bigger when we moved. I've been called something different since I was ten years old and I couldn't tell anyone where I lived before. When I turned fourteen, I gave up my false hope and forced myself to follow in the footsteps of a devoted Christian where I said a prayer every night: "Great and mighty God, when the enemy whispers to me that you caused my pain. or suffering, help me remember that the scriptures tell me that you are the same you...... middle of paper ......ket was carefully brought out, hidden behind my back waiting for everyone leaves the operating room. I took off my gloves, letting the guards know I was leaving, but then took the opportunity to give him an injection while they weren't looking and left. A few minutes later, I heard panic in the hallway. I decided to continue walking, but I was stopped. Everyone involved in the surgery was rushed back to the operating room, where I saw his heart rate drop and I watched him suffocate to death. I smiled. The guards realized it was me and I passed out. I woke up trying to familiarize myself with the context I found myself in. I was not in the hospital, but in a room where I was prevented from being with anyone I knew. There was a small window and a door. I was stuck, staring at four walls in a dreamlike state. The Prime Minister is dead; I killed him.