There are many people I could believe in.
I could listen to Mother. She’s told me that if I just accept that my fears have been taken away, the burden will be lifted off my shoulders and I’ll be free. Those tell us a different version of the same idea: by obeying the Laws and “living without fear”, we will have freedom.
But then, I could also listen to Grammy. Just a few days before her Disappearance, she told Alice and me that the only way to feel free is to believe: “Just believe in the fact that you’ll be free, and you will be.” I shrugged it off as more of her nonsense. After all, it seems ridiculous. Just believing in something doesn’t make it true. Besides, why should I trust Grammy’s word, when the old woman shouldn’t even have been in my life in the first place? Residences have been designed specifically to host three members. Grammy was the fourth. A mistake.
Obviously I can’t put my faith in Grammy, and so the only option left is to believe in Mother, in Those. I’ve never had a problem with this; Those haven’t let me down yet. Making the United Sectors a better place to live is their only goal. They’ve been looking out for us this whole time and have been on our side since we were born. They’ve never broken a promise, never said something that wasn’t true. It would be impossible for them to be wrong.
That’s what I used to think, at least. But in this moment, listening as this sickly noise resonates through the assembly hall, all my trust in Those comes crashing down.
And I don’t know who to believe anymore.
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Sunshine Yellow
Teen FictionCassandra Everett is happy with her life. After all, with guaranteed protection from all her fears and everything she needs at the push of a button, what could she possibly have to be upset about? But when disease strikes and brings along with it th...
