I let out a shaky breath, looking at my surroundings, then reflected on what had started this.

This was really happening.

Turning to my family, I said, “I’ll do it, I’ll sacrifice myself.”

Immediately they erupted into argument, each of them objecting then offering themselves instead.

“I’ll do it, you don’t have too.” Dad said.

“No. I’m the one and that’s final.” I replied.

“But- you’re only thirteen!“ Mom exclaimed.

I nodded, “Yes, I know.”

My siblings seemed to be frozen.

“It’s not happening, I’m the sacrifice.” Dad crossed his arms, “And like your mother said your only-“

“IT DOESN’T MATTER!!!” I screamed, interrupting him.

Everyone recoiled.

“Besides,” I said, my vision blurring from the unstoppable tears, “You’ll think I’ve gone to hell anyway.”

“What? You won’t- what?” Mom stammered.

“Don’t you get it? I’m Trans! I know how you feel about anyone in the LGBTQ, that should make the whole sacrifice thing easier… right?”

That was the last thing I remember…

Now I know my place.

I’m not in heaven.

I’m not in hell.

I’m not alive.

My status?

Fifty percent good.

Fifty percent evil.

I’m in a place called The Mystic, an exact replica of Earth but only neutral people inhabit it.

Here, no one judges me, I can be who I am without people telling me I can’t.

I’m happy here.

And I always will be