Moonchild ∞ pjm

十二

It was almost over night that the world changed. I have studied history through out school, I've studied and memorized dates for tests but those dates never held much importance. Because history is history and everything written in those textbooks has already come to pass, and the effects of those events have dwindled out. Never did I think I'd live to see something that will be read in history books, I never thought I'd witness future history.

At 4 in the morning Seokjin called Jimin, he was outside the studio building with the others. 56 moonchildren had been murdered across the United States and 16 throughout Europe and Asia, everyone thought they were next.

The news was going crazy, between angry activists and rebels demanding a change in the way moonchildren are treated and conservative minds nearly rejoicing in the killings I felt sick listening to it. Twitter was a battle ground, everyone seemed to be outraged and those who thought otherwise were burnt to the stake with hate. For once it felt unpopular to hate moonchildren, for once it looked like there was the possibility for hope.

Everyone was lying around downstairs, most of us were just closing our eyes hoping that sleep would occur. But truthfully all our minds were frantic with thoughts, so many thoughts that it felt impossibly to think of anything at all. Laying with my face buried into Jimin's chest I understood what mental exhaustion truly was, and it was far more than just having a lot of school work. It hurt to have a brain in this moment, I needed to sleep.

"You asleep Star?" I'm too nervous to respond. In fear that my voice will crack or be too loud I lean away from him until our eyes meet.

He's worried, I can feel it.

"When everyone wakes up things are going to get chaotic, okay?" His hands were in my hair as he spoke to me. He was just trying to distract his mind from having to think about what's happening anymore than he already is, he is so scared but I don't think it's fear of him being killed, he is scared for me. "If you get overwhelmed just come to me okay, or Yoongi."

"Why are you so scared?" My voice came out quieter than a whisper and barely louder than a breeze. His hand was cupping my cheek, our legs tangled between the yellow sheets.

"I don't want you getting hurt, I don't want any of my friends to get hurt." The vulnerability in his voice scared me. He has always had a way about him, he carried himself with confidence and finesse. He never showed any weakness, his voice always sounded so certain except for right now.

"I won't get hurt Jimin." I wrap my arms around him bringing my face into his chest. "Everything is going to be okay, things are going to change soon. I can feel it."

Lying isn't always bad. Sometimes you have to lie, right now is one of those moments. Jimin needs his confidence, it's what makes him functional, and if a small lie makes him feel a sliver closer to being confident again then there is no harm done.

Do I really think that things are going to change soon? No. I don't believe that there will be change in my lifetime, moonchildren have been outlawed and hated since the beginning of their time and the pessimistic side of my mind thinks if change were to occur it would have already. Change should have occured the first killing of moonchildren, the first time a group of men broke into an American MRC and killed innocent people there should have been change. But there wasn't, and there still hasn't.

The world is conditioned to follow the word of authority, and the few people with the strength to fight against authority have been hushed and labeled as delinquents, criminals, the 'bad' guys. But when does authority receive it's checks and balances? When did humans become so silent?

I guess I never truly thought about how much cruelty is swept under the rug until I learned about my mother. It really could be any one of us being tortured and killed but because it isn't us, because it's them, we suddenly don't see the wrong.