"Why do you go to that place so often?" The boy asked, as I got in my sunday dress.
"Because." I say making my hair presentable.
"Because is not an answer." He says matter-of-factly. I look at him annoyed.
" It gives me hope. That's the only reason." He looks at me.
"But if you wanted that, You should have just stayed. Its taken over the world anyways." He looks sad. I look at him.
"That's a fucked up version. They only follow the law. Never what is right." A small tear falls down my face.
"But, it follows your bible. How could it be wrong?" I look at him and frown.
"They may follow the bible. They may follow the ten commandments. But they do not follow the word of wisdom. They do not love everyone as thy neighbor. Every one hates there. Many are forced to believe. You should not be forced to believe." He looks at me in astonishment. I laugh.
"Don't look surprised hun. All people care about is money these days." I look down sad. he looks at me, tilting his head.
"Why do you really go." I look at him and sit down on the bed.
"Like I said it gives me hope. Hope that one day, I'll be free from this world. Hope that I can see my friends again. It makes me feel worth something." My voice starts to quiver as I end what I was saying. I curl up beside him thinking about times long past. A tear falls down my face, and I hide it from him. I'm suppose to be strong. I'm suppose to be an example to him. I'm suppose to me selfless, and emotionless. The more I think the more I cry. The tears soon come out in streams. Pain. Pain is all I feel. He hugs me. He feels so much. I could never do that. If I did, I would feel worthless, unwanted, and small. Yet I hug back needing the comfort. We sit there for who knows how long. I stop and wipe my face.
"Sorry..." I say, apologising to him. He shakes his head.
"There's no reason for you to be." He looks at me and smiles. I smile back sadly.
"Your not happy like this are you." I look at him and shake my head. I start to cry again. He hugs me as I cry.
"I...wanna go...home.." I say in-between whimpers. He nods. I continue to cry. Soon my alarm goes off for dinner. I look at it then him. I start to stand when he pulls me back down. He hugs me. It reminds me of when my sister was scared. I cry again. I cry to the point of exhaustion. I end up falling asleep on his shoulder. He lays me down on the bed and covers me with the few blankets we have.
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Life Of A Rogue
AdventureA girl who was a known follower of Anonymous and a good conspiracy theorist, has her family swatted. She knew this day was going to come eventually. They had been making Walmarts into camps. They called them mass housing units, but almost every awok...
