Chapter 57

• Alexander's POV...
• I still felt all the adrenaline rushing through my body as I reached the top of the stage. It wasn't easy to know that this crowd had been gathered for you, just to hear you make some sort of profound speech, and you truly know that you had nothing for them in your heart. There was no atom of false hope they were going to get from me. No glimpse of wildflowers ready for battle.
• They were still adjusting the microphone to fit down to my level, where the wheelchair height stopped. If I am to be honest, there is this part of me that just wants to stand up from this wheelchair. Everyone kept glaring at me, still muttering things underneath their breaths. I had never thought the day would come when I would be this afraid to talk to my people, and not just the fear but a justifiable belief of hopelessness.