Reflective Essay: Grace Wing's Death Of Eden Wing

Sweat beads on my forehead and the sound of my short, ragged breaths fill the early morning silence. Sharp pain pierces at my shoulder from a deep knife wound, but I am too distracted to give it a second thought. The past few days have been a blur, mixed with endless running and anything else that can take my mind off of reality. As I continue to push myself farther down the racetrack, my thoughts wander to Day and his mother. Within a moment, my head is flooded with the memories from the Lake Sector only three days ago. I instantly recall the deceiving things that I had said to Day and Tess after they had been kind enough to take me in and earn their trust. The image of Day’s mother crumpled on the ground, only moments after being killed, flashes through my mind. Memories of Day’s younger brother being dragged away into a medical emergency vehicle make me shiver. My knees buckle beneath me and I collapse to the firm ground as my brain drifts off somewhere else.

I wake up approximately 45 minutes later, unprepared to face the problems awaiting me outside of this racetrack. It has taken me some time to sort out my actions, but I have concluded that Grace Wing’s death, Eden Wing’s captivity, John Wing’s detainment, and Day Wing’s imprisonment is all of my fault. Not only was I the one to figure out Day’s true identity, but I practically spoon-fed

Were they trying to detect anything suspicious about my behavior? I immediately begin to regret not making an appearance at Day’s conviction or any other events that followed his arrest. Somehow the Republic could sense my uncertainty towards them and wanted to see if I would express any of my concerns to Thomas. Having gather all of this new information, I know that I need to prove the Republic’s suspicions to be false. I need to play the role of the Republic’s prodigy until I can find out the truth about what the Republic is