dystopia

Prologue; Abandonment

"The stars are fake."

        Society isn't how it used to be. People have changed. The environment has changed. The economy has changed. Everything has changed.

        And it is inevitable.

        People think that the world is perfect. That there are no problems, they're ignorant. They think that everything will go their way, so they kick back and relax and do whatever. That's how society works now. Because they don't need to work. Everything is given to them the moment they're born.

        For a rich class, anyway.

        For middle classes, people work hard to earn or reach their goal. But it never happens, because it's impossible. They can wish with all their might, they can work their asses off, whatever. It'll never work.

        For poor classes, it's more than impossible to get to their goals, if they even have one. They can work, they can earn money, they can be the richest person in the world, doesn't matter. Their hard-earned money will be gone in a matter of minutes.

        Greed doesn't cause money to be lost in the poor or middle classes, not at all. Only the rich classes have it easy. Because they're rich.

        The money that isn't needed for a poor or middle class is given to those who do, the rich class. People are supposed to be poor or in between in the poor or middle class. There is no such thing as a rich person in those two classes. Just imagine how funny that would be. It'd be too funny to even describe.

        I apologize. Am I droning on too much? You want me to get to the point? So impatient.

        Imagine a lonely person, with a lonely soul. That person has no desire to lust for, no goals to set, no lover to love, no friends to hang out with, nothing than a house to live the boring days. Nothing.

        Especially if that person's gay in that day's society.

        Oh, the tragedy.

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        "You know you can at least help during the weekends." groaned a woman who looked to be in her thirties, her clothes dirtied and stale of throw-up and milk. Her hair was a messy, unbrushed, tangled black. In her arms was a baby that looked to be under the age of one, blankets wrapped unneatly around him.

        "You know you can at least help during the weekdays." retorted a man who looked to be also in his thirties. He had clean clothes on, a black suit and tie, and nicely combed-back hair.

        "Why the fuck did you decide that you wanted a kid? We barely even have the time to look after it." sniped the woman, her eyes narrowed in anger as she spoke.

        "Well, it would've been a nice addition. We can take care of it." the masculine said, and without a moment's hesitation, left the house with a slam.

        The mother sighed an irritated sigh, her hands curled lightly around the soft blankets. She paced in the small living room of their house, her arms moving for the baby.

        As quickly as that warm moment had began, it ended. The woman placed the baby in the crib, gotten a quick bath, and left the house in a formal dress.

        Like that, the baby was left alone to sleep. To sleep in the darkness and loneliness of being the only one in the house with no companions.

        Abandoned.

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► I do hope that was alright. Thank you for reading the prologue. I always would like to thank niftyann for editing this prologue of mine, such a bae. <3

As a new writer, I'd appreciate it if you guys could comment on how you thought of the prologue.