The Webs We Weave

~one~

If I cared more about how fragile masculinity is, I wouldn't bother with this whole journaling thing. But it's important that I get this in words, capture everything and everything that happens. Even if nobody sees it, even if nobody cares, it's still important.
When the entire world went to shit, I was not exactly prepared. It started slow, but I denied it from the beginning.
Violence. That was the first step. Murder. Assault. Car accidents. Shootings. Hostage situations. It was wild. Nobody knew what to think of it. Most though, ignored it. We shouldn't have.
It got worse- the violence. Until it came to the point where the president was killed. Then it stopped. And one of them came into power and turned our democratic nation into a dictatorship and I can't say I was surprised.
But who took over? This is where it gets good. They're not human. They can't be. And damn- we don't really think they're alien. Demon is a more accurate term. Demons with the ability to tear your mind apart, kill you quicker than any man ever could, and to destroy your entire fucking country in the blink of an eye.
When they took over, I was in my car. I wasn't supposed to be driving that day, but what my mom never knew wouldn't kill her. I was parked in the McDonald's parking lot, stuffing my face like any teenage boy would. I was blasting my music, the volume at a level my elderly neighbor would call "un-Godly." My music suddenly cut out for a news broadcast. This would have meant nothing to me if I were listening to the radio, but this was a damn CD. I didn't understand how that could happen- but it did.
If you're reading this now, then you heard the broadcast. There's no point in me repeating it. It was them- the demons- taking control. Coming into power.
It was simple at first, curfews. Then it got more strict. Tighter curfews, more surveillance, punishment for anyone breaking curfew, doing anything suspicious, or being heard speaking out against them.
Then they rounded up some small towns. Herded them like fucking cattle and sent them off to god knows where. That's where I come in.
My family lived out in Bumblefuck, Nowhere. I had a bad habit of going out deep into the woods and sitting doing whatever I wanted for hours without my family annoying me. I regret doing it that day. They got my family, but not me. I'm here, on my own. I'm completely fucked.
The world is basically ending. I don't want to live in it. I'm an angsty teenager who didn't want to live in the world before, I sure as hell don't want it now.
Yet here I am. They want everything and everyone out there in their control, but I'm a 'rebel'. I'm ready.
Catch me if you can, fuckers.
-Rayne