At this point in time, exactly three years ago, was when the last rebellion, the sixth rebellion group, was finally defeated. It should've been a day to rejoice. For me, it was a day of grief.
I still cannot believe that I am standing here, leading what is known as the seventh rebellion. Three years ago, my life had been perfect. But that was three years ago.
My eye sweep across the ash and dust that used to be the suburbs that I had once called home. The gentle breeze blew my jaw length brown hair in the wind. I closed my eyes and tilted my head towards the sky, dropping the rifle I had been holding. I breathed in the fresh morning air, letting the gentle breeze sting my new cuts on my face and body.
That's what the we are. The seventh rebellion. We fight so that future generations may live. Three years ago the world wasn't chaos. Pandora wasn't the queen, and I wasn't a fighter.
I felt a strong hand place itself on my shoulder, pulling me out of my thoughts. I opened my eyes and turned to see Jiro standing there.
Jiro. Such names we give ourselves. I thought to myself, But they are for a reason. "Yumi, let's go." He said and pulled his hand away. "How many times do I have to tell you?" I started for the hundredth time. "Call me Claire when we're alone." He nodded and walked off, me following him. I put my hood over my head, and then continued my thoughts.
If I hadn't been a fighter, you may ask, then what was I?
"Yumi, everyone's accounted for." I looked at Nikki, and nodded. Her hair was a most unique thing. The golden color at the top which turned to white at the bottom, gradually becoming lighter. She never told us if it was natural or if she had dyed it.
"Yumi, where are we going to go next?"
"I'm not sure. Ask Jiro." I responded to someone else's question.
This was what I did now? I led people? And for what, so we could be free? What does freedom even mean?
I made my way over to the trucks. That's where they loaded up people, supplies, and loot.
After a long and tedious day like always, especially after we'd taken over a section, I finally got to rest in peace that night.
The dreams I had were very strange. Not like the usual nightmares, but more like... Reflections and memories. I couldn't help but watch my life replay in front of my eyes.
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Unbroken
Teen Fiction"Most of my life was simple, and the rebellions could never reach me. But now, I'm not sure anymore. I lost everything, and what have I gained?" Those are the words that run through my head almost every time I fight. What am I even fighting for? To...
