Into the light

Distractions Can Get You Killed.

Willow's P.O.V

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I always try to remember them.

My family.

Still a blurry image, but I can make out the sounds of their voices. Very comforting especially in the current society I live in.

Although, the sounds are becoming less clear and more noisy. The devices they use clear our minds from wondering thoughts, attempting to achieve the mindless solider.

Forgetting our pasts is what they wish for, as well as conquering the rest of the older generation.

They feed on our hope, laughter, joy and our "light".

They continue to do so, until their thirst is quenched.

Although as time progresses, I am slowly losing everything.

The things I consider, dear to me.

That why I need to remember, for the sake of saving myself.

And if I can do that, then I can finally get out.

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Into the light: Distractions Can Get You Killed

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"Why do you continue to put all your effort into escaping?"

My eyes roll unconsciously, automatically knowing who was about to argue with me.

"C'mon. Be realistic with me for a sec... We're stuck in a world of darkness. Secluded from anything which will help us..."

I raise my head up a bit to match Marcel's words to her face. The girl was shaking her short curls in different directions, frantically continuing her on going sentence.

"...or might not even help us! Half of the older generations has died already, leaving us with younger children who cannot even fend for themselves. Now, expecting us to escape, is an automatic death sentence."

My eyes are only focused on her hands, which wave in different directions as she talks faster.

Marcel's hands seemed to tell a different story, which honestly looked more intriguing than attempting to listen to the rest of this conversation.

As she continues, my eyes lose focus of her hand motion and wonders around, glancing at each section of the room.

It was kind of like a jail cell, without the toilet inside.

We had two beds placed on each side of the wall, with a desk and a small lamp, which was used to light up the fairly dark room.

There was only one window, which was heavily sealed with metal bars, but it allowed enough light to hide the darkness around the "morning" time.

Marcel, somewhat has a point though, about escaping. How can you escape with walls that are not destructible. Doors that are heavily guarded and a window which is sealed off. Even if I did try, I would be instantly killed.

"Will?! Are you even listening!?"

Marcel grabs back my attention with the snap of her fingers, and draws me towards her frustrated face. Its filled with the colour red, rising higher and higher.

Her deep brown eyes continue to stare me down with a slight pout in her lips.

A giggle slips through my mouth, causing the shade of red to go deeper.