These Are the Times That Try Men' Souls
There comes a time in every man's life when their faith is being challenged. We're always being told to do the right thing, however, with the way society is being governed today, we often wonder about what the right thing is. When corruption takes hold, we are often left wondering about what went wrong, our very own morals and standards that we've tried so hard to achieve are being torn apart. However, we can't be too judgmental of ourselves because that would lead to stress, but in this case, this will lead to more stress that we do not need. So what can we do? Who knows.
It seems as if greed is the only way to make it anywhere these days. If you have money, then you possess power. Our system shouldn't be this way. True, we have a democratic government, but what does democracy have to have to deal with anything when it comes to having a just government that is supposed to be fair. Are we truly Americanized? If so, where is our integrity? With all of that being said where is our freedom we are all entitled to.
What happened to the "American Dream?" In short, it is a ploy for the government to suck others into a system of lies, corruption, and injustice. Here, many have painted a picture of a house with a white picket fence, a dog, and a family living happily ever after; in truth, that rarely happens unless you were born into a family that has a surplus amount of money already. Plus, even if your family is middle class, they will end up being caught in the struggle along with many others.
Along with many of our values we hold to be true, here our integrity lies, torn to shreds. Every dream we have ever had is being torn apart by the standards society has placed upon itself. In reality, man has reached the impossible, done the impossible. Most of us struggle, to pay the bill, or give each other blank stares when we try to figure out where our next meal is coming from; others, are strung out on drugs impatiently waiting for their next hit, trying to figure out where they are going to get their next high; some kill for these reasons alone.
Is this what America has resorted to; killing man, their own brethren, for their own selfish reasons?
We need to work together instead of bringing the end to a once great country,
Here, I take a stand, as a form of peace and non-violence against all.
Here, today, we should all stand and show other generations to come, WE ARE ONE.
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THE PAST
Slowly, I made my way over to where Alpha Daniels of Moon River Pack stood.
My head was held high as I prepared to accept my fate. I, amongst others, are one of the extremely gifted, as such, we are required to take the Oath of Verity first. This oath signifies my allegiance to the pack and the love we share. Such a huge decision, for one my age. However, with it comes pack.
I CHOOSE PACK. I CHOOSE PACK. I CHOOSE PACK.
I thought to myself repeatedly. Hopefully, it will stick.
There are rows of other pups lined up to pledge their allegiance to their soon to be Alpha. All are as anxious as I am. I can see the sweat forming on their brow and sense their uneasiness. I watch as they shift from foot to foot. This one little action spoke in volumes.
At least, I'm not alone, I thought.
"Katya? Come to me." Alpha Daniels beckons me with his index finger.
Out of fear, I froze. There was an uproar amongst the crowd.
I tried to calm my rapidly beating heart, but it felt as if time stood still. For the first time in my life, I was unsure of whether or not I wanted this. All of my life I have been told what to do, I never had to choose for myself.
Looking out among the crowd, I noticed two pairs of eyes staring at me form afar.
The Betas, I think a.k.a my parents.
My mother's big brown eyes silently pleaded for me to continue, while my father'sbright blue ones encouraged me to conform.
Sighing in reluctance, I grasped the Alpha's strong hands in mine as he flaunted me in front of the audience.
"Katya, what do you choose," he asks.
I look around and say "Pack."
Sighs of relief are released and heard throughout the forest..
The Alpha smiles.
Finally, he bites down onto his wrist and encourage me to drink. Something about the metallic taste of HIS blood intrigued me. Greedily, I drank like a womangaspingfor air. When the wound closes, I bite down and do the same.
A true bond is made by an Alpha. In order for us to truly be a pack, we must all create a blood bond through our Alpha.
After he takes his fill, I grin and walk off stage, only to be met by my mother and loving father. Flinging myself into their arms, I cry.
"I knew you could do it," they say in unison.
"My baby girl did it."
For me, that was the most cherished moment ever. From that day on, nothing was ever the same.
3 YEARS AGO
I was peacefully curled up in bed when I was awoken by an ear-splitting scream.
Staring in front of me was a man that looked similar to my father however much, much different.
His facial features were scrunched up in disgust and his body was covered in blood haunched over in shifter state. His eyes were red. Blood red.
"Tis the mark of the demon"
A woman once told me.
"Ye must beware the mark."
Each breath I took seemed longer than the last. Nobody moved. It was just pure silence.
Then he let out an ear-splitting shriek that had me clutching my head in pain. I couldn't think, much less move.
I stick my head under the cover and smash my hands over my ears to block out the sound.
When I looked back up... He was nowhere to be found.
In all, my father killed fifteen men and women. From that day forward I was seen as an outcast, forever alienated from my the pack. Forever a stranger to myself.
After three unsuccessful suicide attempts, I stopped to think. Is this really what the rest of my life is going to be like? I will always be punished for a crime I didn't commit.
Where can I run?
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