That night, I slept horribly. Nightmares of DreamLand and my execution riddled my brain, causing my eyelids to repel themselves from one another.
Cyrus’s arm was wrapped around me, holding me as tight as ever. Slightly lifting my shirt, he used his hand to trace faint shapes on my back. In my head, I tried to guess what each one was.
From what I could tell, he was drawing the ABC’s onto my back. I smiled bitter sweetly in the darkness, not having the ability to do anything more.
I was done over-thinking my execution; my death; goodbyes; and even my family.
I took a glimpse at one of the jagged knives, which was tucked under a pillow on a small couch. I felt numbed, as if I didn’t have the capacity to even think about it anymore.
This seemed to calm me. Knowing my fate was easier than trying to convince myself that it wasn’t coming.
Then I closed my eyes, and fell asleep, already ready to start the following day. But only so that it could be over with as soon as possible.
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The Mindless Man's Paradise
Teen FictionIn The Land, nobody has names. There are no such things as weddings, culture, ethnicities, or cities. In a post apocalyptic era, taking place in the only habitable part of the world, all survivors of the last war gather. Under their government's co...
