dystopia

Chapter 1; Isolation

"We're all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding." - Rudyard Kipling

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        I shudder awake in my bed, my body drenched in sweat.

        Another bad dream. I thought, hiding my head under the covers, under the protection of the darkness that surrounded me. It was far too early for me to be up. Well, maybe for others. I peeked out from under the covers, my eyes squinted as I tried to see what time it was.

        Maybe close to 2am.. Or 5am. I tried guessing what time it would be, seeing as I wake up every morning during a certain time.

        My alarm clock was right beside my bed, but it was hard to see when it's light was something I had yet to get used to in the dark today. The red from the clock illuminated onto the ground, forming the numbers 1:37 A.M.

        Of course, it's 1:37 A.M..

        I groaned silently into my bed sheets. I've been getting up earlier and earlier. Unfortunately, it was a bad thing. As much as I'd like to wake up an hour or two after going to bed, I needed to sleep. Sleeping was what helped me keep my eyes open. Sleep was something humans needed, or they'd probably grow insane; the brain 'short-circuiting' due to the lack of sleep. Sleep was the only thing that helped me wake up in the morning. Sleep was also one of the things that helped my brain distinguish myself from others.

        It helped me think, though not always the best. When I'm able to wake up in the morning, I immedlately think: Right. I'm different. Because I am. Not in the special kind of way. Not in a good way either.

        The society in America. They've changed. From the books I've read, people used to worry and cry and suffer from saddening things. Not today. Not in the future. It was all in the past. They're happy now. They don't need to worry about anything; even the poor and middle class don't. Other than money. But that's also taken care of. Maybe they have worries, but not that big of a worry that they might go into a state of insanity, depression, or any of that kind of mental instability. It happens, but rarely. The government has the money, where they get it, I don't know. America is like the utopia. The place to be. They make people look happy, they brainwash the people in thinking that there are no such things as problems in the world. To make others want to come to America to live here.

        I'm different. The people in America and others living in different places have dreams. They have desires, they have goals, they have lovers, they have friends, they have family. I don't, and it looks like it'll always be that way. I'm like the dead living in a body. Even though I'm like this as long as I'm able to live and breath and think, I don't care what anybody else does.

        But, of course, there's a down side to this so-called "Utopia." People are not allowed to be gay. Most likely because the people are dying, and the population is decreasing more and more. When people are straight in sexuality, that means more reproduction. Reproduction means increase in population. At least, it's my theory. All I know is that being gay is against the law.

        And what a coincidence for someone like me, someone who is gay. Sometimes, I truly laugh at the extreme luck I have in this world.

        My hands wandered around on the desk beside my bed, feeling for the similar bottles that supplied pills that helped me sleep. I find them, thankfully, and pop some into my mouth without taking precaution of how much I'm really taking. Maybe 3-4 pills. I don't know and, frankly, I didn't care. As long as it helps me get rid of my insomnia. I've gotten used to swallowing them without water, since it'd be a hassle in getting out of my bed just for a cup of water.

        Like magic, the Lunesta pills worked. My eye lids fell upon my eyes, and my body relaxed, inviting me to another slumber before morning arrived.

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        Morning arrived faster than I imagined. It had seemed like I had only slept for 10 minutes before waking up again, not 7 hours. Light seeped through the curtains that covered up my window that was beside my bed, making the room seem to be a light blue due to the curtain colors.

        I got up like any other person would, dressed and brushed my teeth like any other person would, made sure my hair was neat like any other person would, and sat down on the dining table with food like any other person would.

        I stared at my orange juice and toast, not even bothering to take a sip of the juice or take a bite of the toast. I stared. Although my stomach was complaining to be filled up with food, I didn't obey. I stared and stared, as if doing that would make me full.

        Strangely, it did. I don't know why. I've done this my whole life and never bothered to question my odd actions. I had thought it was just another thing humans did to food, stare until they were full, but obviously I learned that it wasn't normal. This isn't what any other person would do.

        My mind was swaying, maybe because of the Lunesta, but I couldn't concentrate. Well, I didn't give a damn anyways. It wasn't the first time it has happened and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

        After having my share of staring at my breakfast, my eyes wandered towards the money that was laid in the center of the table. It was neatly placed and organized after having been there for a couple of years. I don't know who organizes the money, nor where it comes from. But I use it. I use it to buy pills like Lunesta for my insomnia and Stimulants to up my energy for when I head out.

        I grabbed $50 from the pile, deciding to go buy some more pills, since I was running out.

        After placing my cup and plate in the sink and had thrown away the food into the trash, I grabbed the black hoodie that I always wear and a couple pills of Stimulants before heading out.

        Let's go, Elliot. Let's face another boring ass day that you have every single day where no one knows you, where no one cares about you. Let's go face another day where you have to control that horrible stammer of yours just to talk to others, because it's your job. Let's go face another day where you're isolated, because you're different. And last of all, Let's go face another where you have to be with Leonard.

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►I apologize for the extremely late udpate. I was trying to think of how to start this, but couldn't get the right 'vibe'. I'm just glad I was able to think of something for Dystopia. I'm also extremely tired, so I apologize if I made any grammatical mistakes or where my sentences don't make sense. Feel free to tell me about any mistakes I made or any confusion you have about this story.

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