The fire was noticable in her eyes. She was passionate, yet hurt and mad. Justice was the only thing she fought for, the one reason people knew her. She was tired of being treated without respect. Even animals had more rights than her.

Every single day she lived and didn't complain, until today. She stood up, looked them straight in the face and made sure her message came across. She was about to make her own rules and break the old one's. She didn't accept her so called fate, she took her life into her own hands.

God created her alone and would take her soul alone. No one had to tell her how to live her life except herself. She finally found the courage to stand up and be her own hero. She's had enough of being told what to do.

She is you. Just deep inside you.