Where is it? It has to be here. Its not in any of the crates. Of course their fully loaded with a bunch of shit that I’m never gonna be using ever again. Damnit, I've checked almost everywhere in this goddamn basement. The large grandfather clock in the corner says that its 12:30. I’m going to be late. I cant be late. Wait, the clock, of course. I put it behind the clock! I move the clock aside and take a step back. There it is. In all its glory, a gift from God himself. A 5ft tall, silver plated, double barrel elephant gun. I found you. I put it in the holster on my back, grab the gasoline containers and matches and head out. Today will be a glorious day. Today, I gain my freedom....

The park is just across the street from my house, so I was never in any danger of being late. I prefer to get to my destinations ahead of time. Look at them, they're all so young. The older ones can't be more than 14. No parents or grandparents in sight. To them, this is a sanctuary. A place where you can go to relax and not worry about the days problems, to be "free". Some people would call what I'm about to be a senseless act of violence that could have been prevented. They're wrong, this could not be avoided. There is a reason to all this. They cannot begin to understand why I am going to do this. I myself am still in awe over all of it, so I will try to explain it with the best of my ability...

When you live in a country such as the United States certain things are drilled into your head. Freedom is one of these things. Countries such as mine cant help but boast about how great they are. How you as a person have the freedom of choice, the freedom to speak your mind without fear of persecution, and most importantly, that you are born free. They are wrong, no one is ever born free. We are all born with shackles attached to us. There are four, one on each wrist, and one on each leg. Ever since I was young I had felt them, the weight that they applied to my body. Shortly after feeling them, I actually began to see them. At first it didn’t seem that big of a deal, I mean, how bad could they possibly be if you were still able to move around with them on? My question would soon be answered.

They say the goodbye is always the hardest thing to say to someone, especially when they die. I never felt that way, not because I didn't care. Just because there have to be more difficult things in life than just saying goodbye to someone, dead or alive. At least that’s what I thought. It happened about a year ago. I was attending the funeral of my aunt Judy and uncle Ron, who had died in a car accident. People would describe my aunt Judy as an above average woman, who always had a smile and something good to say no matter what. To me, she was just another slave, no different than the rest of us. My uncle on the other hand was different. For as long as I can remember, I never felt or saw his chains. I never really bothered to ask because I didn’t know, I didn’t know. When they lowered the caskets into the ground something told me to turn around. What I saw will forever stay with me. There they were, my aunt and uncle. My uncle Ron began to ascend upward, followed by my aunt. That’s when I realized their purpose, to stop you. Uncle Ron continued to go to the heavens while my aunt Judy was stopped midair, and held their. She screamed frantically for Ron to help her, she desperately tried to free herself. "Don't let this happen to you John" my uncle said to me. "Don't be like them". I looked back down and saw not only my aunt but thousands of poor souls suspended in midair by the chains, moaning and screaming to be released. I could never let this happen to me, I had to find a way to break free.