I have often wondered why I don’t just kill myself, as many others in the other jars do.
But I do know why.
I remember that when They were taking me away from my family and forcing me into the car, I remember promising my parents that I would not give in; that I would be one of the few to survive.
And that’s why I’m still alive.
Raven still hasn’t lost her voice. But she’s stopped screaming.
Instead, she’s singing.
I face away from her, but I do enjoy hearing her sing her songs of hope and survival. I can close my eyes and rest my head against the back of the jar, enjoying the few minutes or hours without the voice inside my head shouting and downgrading me.
I think that maybe, maybe, tomorrow I might face her whilst she sings.
Maybe she’ll sing a song she’s sung before, and I can mouth along with the lyrics as if I was singing them…
Oh, to have a voice…