Twosday: Moments
Everyone starts their life as one person, and through growth and learning, turn into someone else. Sometimes, a singular moment is what pushes them over the edge into a new life.
Describe two moments in which your life took a turn, where on the one side, you were one person, and on the other side, someone new.
Just two?
Then those would be...
The one where I was taken into the White Court by Thomas. I was homeless, driven wild by an emotional overload well-nigh to madness. Wanted by somebody who wanted to sell my body and own the right to choose if I should live or die, which I would soon be yielding willingly, numbed and addicted.
And after that, in its way, I had a home. I had a life. I had somebody who could ensure the overflow was handled without the medications that make me sick. I had protection. Yes, I was used too. But who isn't?
And the one when I stepped closer to Thomas when I knew I was trading my life for his. It made sense. It was what I wanted. No, I did want us both to live, but between us, yes, I chose with my eyes open.
And yet I lived. Because he could stand to lose my life no more than I could, to lose his.
Now I am as I am. Untouchable by him. Protected from one kind of predators, his kin. But he lives, and so do I. Perhaps there is hope; and if not, just that fact is more than the alternative. I can hear his voice. See him.
Because we live.
Describe two moments in which your life took a turn, where on the one side, you were one person, and on the other side, someone new.
Just two?
Then those would be...
The one where I was taken into the White Court by Thomas. I was homeless, driven wild by an emotional overload well-nigh to madness. Wanted by somebody who wanted to sell my body and own the right to choose if I should live or die, which I would soon be yielding willingly, numbed and addicted.
And after that, in its way, I had a home. I had a life. I had somebody who could ensure the overflow was handled without the medications that make me sick. I had protection. Yes, I was used too. But who isn't?
And the one when I stepped closer to Thomas when I knew I was trading my life for his. It made sense. It was what I wanted. No, I did want us both to live, but between us, yes, I chose with my eyes open.
And yet I lived. Because he could stand to lose my life no more than I could, to lose his.
Now I am as I am. Untouchable by him. Protected from one kind of predators, his kin. But he lives, and so do I. Perhaps there is hope; and if not, just that fact is more than the alternative. I can hear his voice. See him.
Because we live.