Dark Moon

                 CHAPTER 1: The Nightmare

Dear me,

I walked into my house today, too quiet for me to bare. As if I wasn’t even alive it seems to my parents. So I just wales in my room welcoming my closet and bed as usual and I sat, like a doll. I write this because I know that I can’t pretend anymore, that my life is good even though it’s illegal. That it matter so much to me anymore when I can’t control my own life why should they? Ever since the government, the people I so adore, banned all books that was ever made it just made me want to write much more. The funny thing they did it was for our freedom well, they need one of those books back to figure out the meaning of freedom because it sure as hell isn’t this. This is the one rule I can’t follow. I could still here the sirens in the distance, from the next house over that they just checked wanting everything under control. I hear people want to start smuggling things , I guess it would have all lead to this. The laws just shape us into animals into a monster. My brother would laugh at me if I ever told him that, he was generous, he followed the rules, always surrounded by people. Now this time our year when my family is depressed and undeniably irritated by me surprising right? I couldn’t help but write, write about him and what’s left of him. Yes I have been longing for him of course he was my brother. His last words echo in my mind before we, crash everyday “home is overrated.” I don’t know how I’m alive and he’s not. Maybe it would be better one everyone if we would just trade places? My mother says that all the time because my life means nothing to her, she also says that I nag her with the endless screaming of his name every night. I think I deserve a break she would say, NO I DESERVE A BREAK FROM ALL THE STARES AND THE TORTURE OF TEENAGE LIFE. But no satisfaction. I wish I was different, more likable, maybe my personality isn’t enough because I looked like I came out of a death coma. I hear my parents, they probably are going to scream at me for something I didn’t do and I pretend they tuck me in, we all get what we want. –KAT

 I stare at the open book. One full page now. I can’t believe my secrets just few nights ago was just vanished in thin air as if it was never there. Now all I see is buttons and wires which is worse because I don’t know how to use any of it. I hear a knock, it’s my dad’s hard and firm hands that used to shake me awake at night. I stuffed my book in the back of my mattress and quickly say “come in” not that it mattered they would have come in otherwise. “What were you doing in here?” My mom asked a death question, better think carefully. Her hair hangs on her head just like mines. Dad’s sweat clings to his shirt on his shoulders. “Ugh just getting ready for bed.” I said. “Sure. Whatever. Here, this is not a gift but don’t lose it.” Dad says. He hands me a box I open it, it’s a flash drive. Thanks I think, the weirdest not gift ever. “YOU better not lose it child or you’ll never see the light of day again!” MY mom points her long finger in my face. Like I do now? “Fine.” I respond as nicely as I could have. “Don’t talk back your mother!” Dad yells grabbing my hair. “I didn’t.” I said taking a deep breath within the words. “This isn’t a game Katerina, I want a straight answer.” Dad says yanking me up. I wince. “Yes I won’t lose it.” I said. Mom has already lit a cigarette, and she pushed it in my check. “I don’t like when you fight with us and lie. Katerina watch your mouth. Don’t be disrespectful.” She pulls away. Tears already loose from my eye sockets. Pain pushes against my mouth. It hurts so much! They leave, almost instantly. This again. I shake in pain trying to get an alcohol pad before my lungs collapse. It shoots pain in my check probably worse than before. I shake my head in pain, trying not to make crying noises. Few more minutes till lights out. I don’t even know if I will be able to go to sleep with the pain not just in my face but in my chest. There are chains everywhere I go. IM chained to the streets I walk, we are chained to our lives. I lay down in my bed slowly, in pain looking up barely moving. Why does my parent hate me? Why do they work for the government that terrorize us, m? Is there a place where freedom rages in the air? I pull my covers over my body, trying not to think about the pain in my face. The clock ticks down 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0. “Click” the sound surrounds me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I wake up to the sounds of my own screams in my room. Ever since the doors locked my parents don’t even bother trying to yell at me to go somewhere with my annoying nightmares. I keep breathing steadily, but it’s not helping. I squint my eyes and see the outline of my closet which contains clothes that all teenage girls my age have. I pull the covers closer to me remembering what I saw in my nightmare. The flames engulfed my body. I was paralyzed but I could see a hand, which can only be my mom’s with the wedding ring my dad gave her. Instead it wasn’t reaching for me it was reaching for my brother. As they drag him out the fire hugs me. My long hair sizzles, touching my body. It almost seems real. They finally get me out of the scorched car. They exam and me see all my flaws. The water doesn’t feel as good as I thought it would be. It almost hurt but helping me. I wish I could have sat the rand watch the fore turn into ashes but I went to the hospital. They tell my parents that I had almost died of lung damage and brain damage. They leave the room, leaving me there. I try to sit up screaming their names, my throat aching. The machines going off, almost as loud as me. Tears rush down my face. That’s when I woke up. I need sleep. I barely remember what happened that night to me, my brother my parents. But I don’t want to. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CHAPTER 2: PUSH