Ever get that feeling of being watched? Have you ever been alone somewhere and you have that feeling that you're not alone. Have you ever seen something in the corner of your eye, and when you turn to look at it nothing is there? Do you hear whispers in the silence of the night, and while you strain to listen it stops? I know I'm not insane, for I don't do the things an insane does. But what does an insane do? How does an insane look?; Does an insane know they're insane? I closed my eyes trying to get these thoughts out of my head, the ticks of the clock kept repeating in my mind. My thoughts went with the rhythm of the beat and I fell into a deep sleep.
I woke up with a sharp breath with images of my dream flashing in my mind. I shook my head and got ready for the day. Going down the stairs I saw my aging mom sitting in the small kitchen sipping tea and looking out the window. I walked up to the table which had biscuits and cheese lined up in a plate and took my share.
"Oh, hello darling you've awoken early." my mother smiled at me with wrinkles appearing on her mouth. I smiled back and took a bite of my biscuits.
"Hi mom, we're out of milk." I noted, knowing I would have to get it.
My mother couldn't go a day without panicking if she even thought of the guards. She had panic attacks at times. Mainly when being pressured or when she feels like she's being interrogated. I knew if these continued to happen, the guards would have to deal with her. So she was kept inside. I felt bad, but it seems like she enjoys it.
"Be safe." My mom called out.
I stepped out of our apartment and walked down the stairs and out to the city. Citizens in Area 15 were only allowed to buy a limit of items, if we went over we would be put away.That's it, put away was all that was said; Nobody knew where we would be put or what it actually meant to be put away but we knew that we should try not to. The term "Don't ask questions you don't want the answer to" was taken seriously in this area; If you really wanted to know something that doesn't pertain to you, the answer you'd get is being ignored or getting out away. The problem however, is that we don't know what's okay to ask. So we stay quiet. I stepped into the building with grocery spelled out in front of it and immediately went to the dairy section avoiding the people around me. It was not allowed to talk in certain buildings and if you did, well you would be put away. Talking could lead to inappropriate conversations and more intelligence. Whatever the "inappropriate" conversation is. I took the bottle of milk with no label and went to the checkout aisle and gave my card to the cashier. The cashier swiped the credit card and a red logo appeared on the screen. He tried again and the same thing happened. I could see the security in the corner of my eyes tensing up and getting ready to put me away and the customers shunning the scene and acting minding their own business. Fear rippled throughout me as I pictured me being put away.
"May I see your citizen number?" The cashier looked up at me with a glint of sadness.
I slowly lowered my scarf and pushed my hair back to show a column of numbers printed. The cashiers eyes closed in relief and he put the code into the computer while the security relaxed. I took my milk right after he gave me a nod and left the store. A citizen number is basically a credit card that you use if you don't have enough money. It determines who you are, and your life. Area 15 was a poor place, this part of Area 15 wasn't half as bad as downtown. The upper class lived in "America", as they call it. We were laughed upon while they sat on their butts with cash overflowing their bank accounts. Walking fast, I saw a homeless man sitting in a corner with a ratted up blanket beneath him. He looked up at me causing me to stop and stare at his mesmerizing dead grey eyes.
"Every move you make, every breath you take someone somewhere is watching," The tramp cackled showing his stained crooked teeth.
"Be careful my dear, be very careful. You are not alone." He returned his head back into the wall and shut his eyes. The sound of the busy town filled my ears as I got up and walked on; I turned back around and saw his dead silver eyes watching me and gave me a slight nod.
I picked up my pace and continued walking towards the middle part of the city. Flashes of my dream played. An eye appeared looking at me and a voice somewhere said, 'You are not alone.'. I took a deep breath as I wondered I reassured myself I wasn't insane, but I couldn't get out the fact that my question that was thought to be answered was answered.
I was in fact not alone.
But, who is with me?
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Ok I wrote this like two years back or something. ( the immaturity is in plain sight ) I edited a few things and for some reason can't remember what I was going to do with this story. Yup. Pls read and do me a small teeny favor and vote.
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Eyes Wide Open (on hold)
Mystery / Thriller"Every move you make, every breath you take someone somewhere is watching," The tramp cackled showing his stained crooked teeth. "Be careful my dear, be very careful. You are not alone." He returned his head back into the wall and shut his eyes.
