Two Worlds

Prologue

Life can be great, life can be cruel, but even so, we live through it.

It doesn't matter how it goes, somehow we're still alive after the things that happen to us.

If God could give us a second chance, what would we do with it?

It's like a miracle that grants us the ability to make things right rather than repeat the same mistakes,

Or the light that flashes our memories back before we go for good.

Sometimes, life may go the way it does, but to know a way to control that, we take chances, risks, and sacrifices in order to achieve that "good" life.

To have a good life, is to honor your family, succeed in education, get a well-paying job, get married, start a family, and finally, die in peace.

Why? Why should we have to repeat the same cycle? It's not worth doing over again.

None of us should live in the same dull world where people may brush us aside, hurt us, kill us, or exile our existence.

Someday, we will all share the same world, the world of imagination, peace, freedom, equality, and reality.

▸April 2024◂

Ecuador– my home. It's been much too long since I've been here. Here I am getting dragged inside a police truck to my destination— Therapy. I glanced at the window to take a look at the nostalgic view I knew since I was a child. To be honest, I'm still a child, but trapped in a teenager's body. Being 13 years old and looking like a 16 year old? That's definitely odd. But what's more, what I have in store isn't quite odd.

"Hey kid," The officer in the passenger seat said. "We're around 15 minutes from your appointment. Don't worry, it's all okay. I may have been through a few therapy sessions for myself—"

"Because of your anger issues, correct?" The police in the driver seat interrupted. "A- IT IS NOT BECAUSE OF MY ANGER ISSUES, MARTINE!"

"THAT'S LEUTINDENT MARTINE, BASTARD—"

"OH YEAH? WELL—"

Yep. Here they go arguing again. I put my small headphones on, with one ear out, and started looking for a song in my small ipad*.

"Martine, Lucas, calm yourselves," said the officer next to me. I glanced with my eyes, only to notice their cheeks had two marks. What were they, I wonder? Tattoos? Birthmarks? At least they're calmer than the other two officers. They continued, "We're almost to the therapy place that was assigned to us by the chief herself. Do you really want to spend your last 13 minutes arguing?"

And then it went quiet. Until—

"Sure got quiet. Finally," I mumbled.

"WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN, KID?!?" shouted Lucas.

"STOP SHOUTING, LEUTINDENT LUCAS!" shouted back Martine.

I can tell Martine had enough of Lucas's bullshit by the look on her face.

"I meant it was way better when you were silent. If I were able to, I could disintegrate you right here, right now, in seconds!" I shouted. This time I felt really annoyed with the people I'm riding with, except for the officer next to me.