Secrets

Chapter one

Blue and red lights reflected onto the shimmering green leaves, trying to get me to stop running and the screeching of the police sirens blocked out the beautiful songs of the birds. My lungs burned, and there wasn't much I could do about it except stop and believe me I wasn't stopping for anything. I could now hear the grass crunching underneath the feet of the police. They were coming for me. I never did anything.

The sounds we're getting closer when I tripped on a tree root, I heard a crunch in my ankle. Great I thought just what I needed, then just to make it better I bashed my head on a rock and knocked myself out. My day started off so well...

I woke up in a bush, which to be truthful was definitely more comfortable than some other places I'd slept. The sirens had stopped and the leaves returned to their normal mint green colours, and the grass had returned to its fresh shape.

I had finally escaped a place where your decisions are never your own, where the computerised necklace monitored your feelings and thoughts. The government says knowledge is power but sometimes it can be our destruction, and if they catch me they will reset my memory, they will create a new me. All because I read the book.

It wasn't really my fault the librarian (the guardian)gave me the book and said to keep it with me at all times, read it and run.

So I did and look where it got me -I think maybe the guardian forgot that physical education wasn't really my thing, unless it was a contact sport-stuck in the middle of the forest with a crushed ankle, which had now swollen up. Great. My computerised necklace monitor (CNM) was now glowing a deep red. I had to get it off, but everyone new that the CNM was attached to your neck and that the wires were woven into your brain. I really don't feel like crying in pain today.Once again my luck decides to go for a wander.

I kept the CNM on and crawled to a safer place -under a tree surrounded by tall bushes- which was the best I could do. They haven't come yet but I know soon if I do not move I will be caught and I do not want to go back. I do not want to forget who I am.

There will never be more than one hope.

The inky night has returned to its place in the sky, lighting the dark abyss. When I was young I used to think that someone was turning on all the lightbulbs, and that some giants were turning them on.

But that life is gone. And the new hope has taken over,- you could even call me a badass -leaving me to decide who I want to be, instead of some strangers that I've never even met controlling me, and choosing my decisions for me.
But hey!

Tomorrow is a new day.

Tomorrow is my day.