ACTIVITY: firing
The ringing continued to echo in my ears after another set of ear-piercing sounds, until it slowly faded away with the beads of sweat that cannot be seen anymore as it reached my dirty shirt. My heartbeat is the loudest; Just like how it normally responds to a drum on a booming speaker. Anxiousness and fear reflected by the shivering of my whole body though I could not get ahold of my hands of which caused the heavy rain of deafening sounds. Gaze glued to one place yet could not see anything but its colors and the lights from ceilings that appeared to be combining with each other in the midst of a completely blurry vision.
My throat felt like closing as I kept my reddening eyes wide open to prohibit these threatening tears from going out, and seem weak to those unaffected characters around me. Claps were then heard inside the room although I could barely take a grasp on this with my ears that almost blocked everything from going in towards the eardrums, traumatized and beaten. Finally, my eyes did not have to drown as I lost it and blinked my eyes; It cleared everything, thus I can also see the cause of the big reaction. However, my body and I could not respond in the same way.
A perfect circle, as it always seems, on one of the most crucial location is what my orbs closely focused on, currently being the last one made; It lets one's sharp eye to see what is on the other side. I cannot grow to like its appearance, as a whole, in any angle. It is some thing killers would admire and innocents would despise, lights a candle before losing freedom, sets treasure free from its prison before bringing misfortune to those dirty hands of who violated the law. Of who violated the law? Is the one who acted upon, against his will, or the one who ordered?
Not having any freedom ends up with a literal sense of losing freedom once the loose wrists become one with the rough yet smooth metallic chains. Poor man. Poor me. The sound of this small object, but has a great ability to empty any population, falling on the ground only vanished in the nonstop yelling and clapping from the unnecessary wide audience. A man picked it up, placing it on the table that stood beside me. My feet felt like it was being hammered to the ground, not moving even if my body started to feel heavier.
One, two, three, four, five hundred times of the same routine however I still cannot get used to it. As it proceeds, I can just sense the breaking of my own morals especially to freedom. I live a life that one dreams to have, but why am I not happy? Similar to the other children, I yearn to make my parents proud me, to sacrifice my dream for their dream, yet this is the most difficult thing to accomplish when I fully stand on the side that is against it.
Everything is too chaotic that I did not want to think of it anymore and forget it for the meantime. The problem is I am aware that it will only go back to this point once again when I do not plan a change for the progress of my own life. I do not have no choice either, but to settle in the same spot and follow the same pattern. Just like every other prisoner would say.
A perfect description to say for someone who definitely does not have freedom. Fucking pathetic.
"Nice job as always, daughter!" A cunning voice breaks through the invisible wall my ears built, with its volume. Yet it tones down as he whispers down to me, "Do not be such a weakling and cry over this thing. You will embarrass not only me, but also yourself."
Another wave of cheering finally struck me conscious of everything, making me visibly flinch which the male at my side apparently did not like as I felt a hard pinch on my arm to snap me back to reality one more time. A warning for me to get my shit together. I did not need any of it. I am fully aware of this bullshit and I am strongly against this. He, on the other hand, definitely did not want to lose to the kids of his colleagues present at the moment, considering that they are already widening the population of their own group, and wanted to boast something of his own.
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Hellish Love
Fanfiction"We are born to be alone, but we're still looking for love" - Lovesick Girls, BLACKPINK A life is full of rocks, sometimes different from others and sometimes similar to others. Sometimes, rocks actually pull something together. Rocks build a wall...
