My life hasn’t turned out how I wanted it to.
I had dreams. I was going to be someone. I studied hard, worked long hours training to be the best. I was the youngest of my family to ever attend the University. I was the only of my line to complete the long coursework. But I wanted more than that.
I wanted love.
I wanted love in the cliche way that young girls dream about. I wanted to come home to my dinners made fresh, with a handsome face smiling at me as if I was the only person in the world. I wanted his strong arms to wrap around me, holding me every time like it was the first and last time he would hold me. I wanted that spark, that romance to last deep into the years we would spend together. I wanted a sweet proposal, a full-tilt wedding, a house on a hill and bundles of joy.
But it wasn’t to be. That’s ok, I told myself. One can still live a full life, while dreams live on in the places where we hide them. So, I continued my training far past the time where I had mastered it, striving to make some other meaning out of my life. Perhaps it just wasn’t the right time, I said. It will happen. But days turned into years, and in one swift sword strike my life changed.
I’d become one of the Hunted.