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I cannot jump into the middle of a story without telling where it all started from.
And it started from birth. I like to say my parents planned and wanted me, but unfortunatly, I don't know my parents. I don't know where I came from, and I firmly believe in the stork. But the way I was brought into the world, it was like the stork made an extra person, maybe for an experiment, or maybe on accedent, I don't know. But I was basically dropped out of the sky in the middle of no where.
A man and woman found me. They raised me, like a dog. I was fed from a can. I had to learn to defend my own territory. Or else, it/I would be gone. I barly had territory. The man and the woman, had a son... A real son, a person who was like gold to they'er hearts. And someone precious, spoiled, "talented" and if he ever did anything wrong, well, they just loved him so much that it was right.
And so It was perfectly appropriate for him to use me as an anger reliese. And it was completly expected for me to allow the daily beatings. It was an honer. And if I were to raise a HAND, to him, I was to be punished.
The society I live in is blind. We are forced to smile, and if not, we are heavily medicated. If your husband dies, don't cry. It's not normal for people to be sad. And although, you can't afford food, you MUST give all your money to the people who say they will take good care of you. But the way I see it, we have yet to see that. We all try to scrape any bit of food we can together, but eatting even a crumb is too much for us. And we should be ashamed of ourselves for doing so. According to "The Flame".
And The Flame is our ruler, who has convinced everyone that we deserve so much, yet refuses to give it to us, and takes what we have for its OWN bennifit.
My fiancee and I choose not to participate in the stupid society. And that is why he is gone now. Into the "D". The "D" is the place where we are made, and when we die, it's where we go, and when you loose a sock in the laundry, its there, and when you can't find something right in front of you, it's still infront of you, but it's in the "D".
But Libra, he didn't die, or get lost, he was put there, because we fail to live by the societies rules. He didn't break the rules of the Flame, but the society, is what the Flame uses to feed us lies. And since we failed to comply, and did things differently, they took him.
It was a rainy day in June. The last time I saw him, was when I left for work. I kissed him good-bye. I walked away, and then ran back upstairs for one more kiss. I didn't want to leave, I wanted to stay. But I knew I had to go.
On my way home, I noticed the dark sky exhaled the cold, bipolar winds. I noticed that the sign that Libra painted for the local daycare had blown down, and fell over. I wanted to get home, to let him know.
I arrived home, and noticed, he wasn't there, which was unusual.
I drove past the local store, he wasn't there, the neighbors, he wasn't there, he wasn't anywhere in town. And I went back up stairs, confused, and anxious to see him, and he wasn't there!
I sat down to await his arrival, for surly he was out of town. And when I sat there, a piece of paper blew off the chair, that I had not previously seen.
Dread...
A note...
 Puella Mala · Thu Sep 25, 2008 @ 03:32am · 0 Comments |
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