The choice was easy; I would always fight for myself. It would take time, but I would see it done. What happened to me did not define me, but was simply an explanation for who I was and how I reacted. My trauma would help the world in some way, and it would not remain meaningless. One day, I would bathe in the blood of my enemies as I cut them down and sought my vengeance. No one would hurt me ever again.
