I don’t think anyone understands what it means to be part of a society. A society that can have its perks but for the most part that makes you into another person. The initiation is from birth and there is only one way out of it. Death. Nothing will ever kill me before I kill it. I am a force to be reckoned with. My namesake is the Greek god of War. He’s full of rage, terror, and violence. I am the same way too. No one and nothing can change what I am. Brutal, unrestrainedly impulsive… Until I met her. My wildflower. I could almost smell the jasmine behind every soft word she threw my way, the sweetness in the midst of all my chaos… Beyond my caged heart. TRIGGER THIS STORY CONTAINS MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, RAPE, VIOLENCE, AND ABUSE. PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF IT CAN TRIGGER YOU. ALSO, THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.