It had been for nothing. All the months of evasion, the appearance changes, the different schools, I.D’s and passports. A very little portion of the money that had been left to me was wasted on equipment, gear and necessities.
It wouldn’t have mattered had I stayed in one place. They would still have found me, they would have captured me months ago but it was too much of a game for them.
For me, it was half game, half reality.
A game of life and death. If I threw the dice and landed at the corner, I was safe, if I threw the dice and ended on a street, I was doomed.
Half reality because to some extend, I was allowed to be human, I fell in love, I went to school. That counted as reality, to me at least.
Why did I listen to my protector? Why didn’t I just do what my heart wanted me to do?
Now I may never be happy. I may never see the light of day again.
And for what?
For what I knew? For what I saw? For what I possess?
Were these gifts really that important that millions of people had to die just for one mind controlling freak to get his hands around my slender neck?
Was I really worth all that trouble?
I didn’t think so and yet that was my biggest problem, second to the fact that I couldn’t have seen it coming.
The end. I should’ve seen it coming.