Peering down into the dark depths of the water, fear tugs at my heartstrings. Uncertainty fills every cell of my body.
I don’t want to do this.
I don’t like water.
I’m not a good swimmer.
But now is not the time to think about that. Now is the time to think about what fueled you to be here. Remember your friends and family? The cries of sorrow as they are dragged ruthlessly apart from one another? Some, slaughtered immediately, right before your eyes, their blood splattering and painting the floor crimson. Others, put in chains and turned to slaves, doing things no one should ever have to do. People made money from their pain, and laughed joyously as they themselves enjoyed their suffering. Eating, joking, living like normal.
I’m not afraid anymore. I’m seething. I can see red, the passion of my soul as I plunge right in…