letters assembled.

part 34

My feet carried me through the halls bustling will students all waiting for class to begin.
I tried to shake off the tiredness and feeling of... Being awake.
After all I had just slept for the entire class period.
What period was it?
Ohhh shit it was lunch, I got to speak with the few people I actually liked in this god foresaken prison that most called school.
I sat on the long uncomfortable bench and placed my notebook on the table.

[Before I did what I had to this was my life.
A depressing mess of sleep and high.
All I did was smoke away the pain that I felt.
The lonliness.
So fucking cliche I know.

My eyes opened and I was met with my ceiling. My first thought?
Oh great I didn't die in my sleep.
My feet carry me down the stairs and passed the kitchen.
Ill skip breakfast again... I never cared for food for a few hours after I wake up anyway, even though my stomach roared I liked the feeling the hunger gave me.
We had food in the house... Things were rough but thats one thing my mom never let me down on, no matter what you gotta eat good.
My mom had been my rock since my father left... And now my sister had also left due to an unorthodox argument with my mom that pitted the forces of my house against one another.
I was stuck in the middle of that for those months.
I walk into the bathroom hoping to get a shower, It had been long enough and Today I wanted to distance myself from my depression. A very good way of doing that would be to be efficient and cleanse myself.
I smiled as I thought of myself, being positive.
I consider myself one of the most jaded indiduals that I am aware of.
Some of my perspectives and thoughts about life may have been a bit fucked up, and Ill be the first to admit it.
I feel how I do because of what I have been through.
Because the many firsthand, extreamly personal difficult posisions I have found myself in over the years of life I have had. My situations if you will.

There kneeling over the bathtub is ky mother, someone who I admire with a passion, someone who has kept strong through so much more than I have and still managed to keep her kin alive and well.

She did what she had to and was right now scrubbing away at a load of laundry in the tub.
This confused ke immediately.
"Mom... What are you doing?" I ask quietly.
"Why do you care?" She said calmly back at me.
"Well I wanted to get a shower...?"
I quickly bark back.
She is silent refusing to respond to this.
She thinks i have taken my sisters side, and doesnt even realize how much I stuck up for her to my sister.
"Why don't you take that to the laundramat?" I ask a bit louder this time.
"Car died this morning. I missed work.... Lost the job."
"What the fuck thats bullshit! Because your car broke?"
"You know coorperate."
Mmm I did not then, but I sure do now.
Coorperations... The... Well... What should I call them?
They are the people who control your World. The one you live in.
The same ones who planned 9/11 and control every major countries official bank.
They are... For the sake of time I will call them... The ruling class.
By this I in no way ak talking about the governments of the world.
The USA, The UN, almost every bank and major company in the world belongs to them through a vast network of- the door busts off of its hinges and multiple armed ruling class slaves aiked their weopons at me.
The same men in those mettalic suits with that armband.
They are the peacekeepers of reality.
'Peacekeepers' such a strange word there isnt it?
By definition im assuming it means
Peacekeeper- someone who keeps the peace through fatal or non fatal standards.

Thats just off of the top of my head so please don't qoute me on that.

Anyway these men were controlled by the ruling class, who control every planet with life capable of society.

But im getting into too much detail. Before I even knew it the two men sent to capture me were dead, and lights from surrounding police lit up my hiding place.
These things were no peacekeepers... That was for sure.