Caged (Jimin BTS)

i = Omelas

This is Omelas.

You can expect to live in bliss here. All your doubts, worries, fears are gone when you stepped onto Omelasian soil. Residents are jovial, and they never faced disasters, both natural nor man-made. The town is a perfect worldly paradise.

The mayor are citizen-loving. He would do anything to give his people the greatest best. Yep, he created that word. The greatest best. That is why his family had been the mayor for centuries. Their hearts are the purest.

No one had grudge against each other. Strangers are like families, and you can always trust those around you. Omelasian never hurt another Omelasian. Out-of-towners are always welcomed to live in Omelas. They are God-fearing, always follow the rules, the most disciplined human being across the country. Crime rates are zero in Omelas.

Poverty? No one in Omelas knew its meaning. Residents all live in comfy houses, and workers from the government check on houses every month for any problems. But Omelasian is very tactful, they would never have something damaged every month. That would bend the rule, and an Omelasian would be in a very deep embarrassment if that is to happen.

Health issues are scarce, but death are never mourned here. They accepted that death is part of life, and life is one thing that should be enjoyed. They have only one doctor in Omelas, and his family had been the only one. People respected him as his family had been the only doctor in Omelas for centuries. Just like the mayor, it is a job for the descendants. People never keep secrets in Omelas. Everyone is everyone's family.

***

Snow. It was snowing hard, very hard that night. The shabby hut is all the two couple had for a shelter. His wife in labour, he was wheezing with asthma. The two of them was desperate, yet he chose that time to arrive.

When the boy was born, he did not cry nor open his eyes. His father was devastated. His mother could not stop crying. She went from mad to hysterical.

She wanted her baby. She wanted her little boy.

Her husband is afraid for his son. He is afraid for his weakening wife. He need to save them. The door slammed open, bone-biting wind howling in. Something gleamed in the cold night.

In one second.

Blood creased the boy's porcelain cheeks. But it is not her mother's. Screams echoed through the blizzard but was soon silenced. The shocked father watched as the boy's wet tufts of hair turned a dull shade of crimson under the moonlight.

His baby boy... his son... a cursed child.

He did not even stop the people taking away his child. For soon after he was left alone in the hut, he went to join his deceased wife.

Just like that, the family ceased from exist.