I want to live… But my death is already bound to happen.

I wish I wasn’t me… then maybe things will be different ..

Almost every night for years, I find myself stepping into the light before I can feel any sensation in my body as if I am slowly disappearing. It was as if the wind was blowing me away like ash.

Night after night with every sleep I have nightmares and I find myself dying over and over again and getting to the point where I dread sleep itself. I was only 10 years old.

I wish I wasn’t me… I wish I wasn’t Luke Bauxacel, the son...