1 - The Beginning

Tell me I’m wrong when I say, the world isn’t fair. People only know how to write their stories backwards. They build from the top down. That’s how they built this societal construct.

I know there are better ways to describe what mankind has built, but in all honesty it doesn’t deserve the title of an “Empire”.

I’m speaking personally, of course. Everyone around me has this grand illusion in their hands that seems to be the only thing they think is worth holding onto. I’m an outsider. No, they didn’t “cast me away”. No, I didn’t rebel or stand up for myself. I actually have just kept all my resistance in my head. I could never stand up to them. It’ll hurt. Won’t it?

I think and think and think. My heart rate increasing. The fire in me building. I feel like it’s cracking, the shell surrounding me. You could never tell if you looked straight at me. Never. They all meet my eyes and smile at me. I smile back. Hell, I do everything they do back to them. I disgust myself because that’s not who I really am. In reality, I just want to rip that very anchor out of their hands, but, is that selfish? Counteracting my thought pattern again. Won’t they drown? Should I just save myself and let them all walk blindly towards hell? I can’t do either. I’m only one person. Let’s get this straight. The mind is strong. I have thought my way out of the “Grand Illusion” on my own. One thought led to another, which led to questions that I thought myself over. It hurts to think, but that’s what saved me. The overflow of who we are meant to be. That’s the cure. I have the cure in my hands but I’m too afraid to stand.

Who else is like me? That’s the second thought I think. Who else knows the truth. Why are they all acting like me if they do. Why are we scared to free the people from the illusion. Why? Damn it. Tears are falling down my face, I didn’t even notice my fists clenching at my sides. Damn it. I just want to live in a world where we all know and all have an actual choice.

Choose, people. Damn it! Choose-

“Thalia! Dinner’s ready!”

“Coming Mom!” I can never speak up, my thoughts won’t ever let me, so all I can do is hide the truth and wait for someone braver than me to spew.