I've never considered myself human.

  Anything and everything I've ever experienced, it was always predetermined. My life wasn't like that of a human , it was more similar to that of a machine.

  Everything I knew revolved around satisfying others. If they told me to do something, I did it—no questions asked. I never had a say in who I was or what I wanted to be. My thoughts weren’t my own, my actions were dictated, and my existence felt like a tool crafted for someone else.

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  But somewhere deep within me, a quiet voice whispered that this wasn’t how I was meant to be. I was a human , not a tool , not a machine.

  And then, one day, this seemingly endless cycle of serving others stopped. I had died , whether from overexhaustion , illness or whatnot. It didn't matter , the cycle was over.

  I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar place ,one I couldn’t describe. Everything was the same yet different. There as I rose up from the ground, a boy was sat beside me.

  "Who are you , lady?"

  "Lady?"