It was written in the first person (something I hate!) and it's Indi who's speaking.
Life is not a fairy tale. There is never a prince waiting to rescue me from danger. There is never a spell that breaks revealing everything as a dream. There are the first breaths of life where your dignity is left open for all to view as your naked body is torn from your mother’s womb. And there are the last shuddering breaths of death, where you are left alone and dying, hoping that someone gave a damn enough to hold your hand, and tell you that it is alright to be scared.
And that shade of grey in between? Well, that is life, real life. Or maybe it is just surviving…yeah surviving is probably a better word for it.