The ERROR in the SOCIETY

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Life is something that we should be grateful for at any given time, moment and anywhere.

But for many they do not like the life that is given to them, especially how it has gone for them. Take the wrong path and well not even death can be a suitable way for you to feel relief.

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It is late, the inside is dark and the outside is illuminated by the moon, it seemed like a peaceful time but there were the lights that came from the living room  and the chatter were unbearable to one that yearn for sleep or concentration.

But sleep was the last thing that (Y/N) wanted, even if it's something that's necessary in our everyday/nightlife. 

There was knocking on the door. Then grunts.

'They must be drunk'

 (Y/N) was used to it, happens every night, and nothing ever changes. It gets pretty boring since it's a constant thing. 

'If you are drunk please put a reminder to stop disturbing me or at least not remember that I am here'

They stare at the ceiling, seeing it multiple times, it never really bother them that they seen it for eternity but it was far more entertaining than hearing them. They kept staring at it 'til their thoughts came and slowly drifted to sleep.

Meanwhile

Near where they lived, three blocks away was a disturbing matter that no one noticed.

The sound came from the basement....down the stairs you could see nothing except hear a strange and unfamiliar noise. The air felt heavy, the noise was making that worse. It was not something that many would be pleased to see.

That 'thing' was nothing more than a killing machine. A human could be killing a part easily and their insides were to be shown while being devoured. What exactly is it? If someone did know, did it have a weakness? Anyone who would see its form would run away from it in terror, even scream if they had a chance. Would they make it alive? How will their reaction be in the end?

Claw marks would be seen in the walls and clothes. Or is it something else? What kind of animal is it? Is it any kind of animal?

As the night slowly goes by the rays of sun shines and the warmth of it wakes up the animals of any size and kind. The danger in the basement disappears and it is no longer in sight like the moon has also left us, in the day or like the darkness of the night but it lurks in the places where the sun can not reach.

Will it continue to prey?

Or will it stop?

Then again this is the only beginning.

San Francisco, California

The sun shines through the curtains of (Y/N)'s room, the mess of shoes is shown and papers of unfinished work are scattered. (Y/N) is awake, they get up and stretch away the stiffness of their body. It is morning, they walk towards the door while stepping on important papers, grab the knob while putting on their shoes without effort. They opened the door and made their way to the restroom, as so (Y/N) made their business in there and did all the necessities to start their day.

'Let another day of war begin'

(Y/N)

They were in their room, probably still sleeping from their "outburst". I made my way to the kitchen while I exited the bathroom, I opened the cabinets; spoon, bowl and cereal. Then I went to the table and grabbed an apple.

I sometimes cut when I have the energy and mood to do so, but since I woke up set in my mind that I do not want to be in the same place as them, then I will have to be lazy about it. Well, if you one something you must take drastic measures but in this case we take it to the lowest of the lowest.

"Hello, Welcome to the call of the xxxxxxx..."

Is it dreadful to call someone?

You have to act.

You have to lie.

You have to be true.

You have to be liked.

You have to...

Even a machine can be tiresome to talk to.

Well, I'm about to finish the last call of the day. It is 7:35 pm, late and I have not been outside of my room since the morning.

"Alright then, shall we order something to eat."  

I got my laptop and type in a place close to the house and order what I wanted to eat and drink. I then began to surf the internet,  nothing new just the usual; murder, stolen items, kidnapping and well the daily problems in any place. Animals are something that gets involved in death, sympathy is what must feel. 

But in all honestly won't we all-

"(Y/N)!" 

Again with the interruptions, I get the money from my wallet and head out of my room. 

I closed the door behind me and dodge something...a knife, must be one of mother's outrage scenes. "(Y/N) next time answer the door yourself-" She must had noticed the money, I signed and pass by my parents, she was about to say something again but I opened the door quickly and answered. "Hello," I smiled "oh, why thank you!." I grab the bag, "How much is it?" 

They show me a paper and I gave them the amount of the price, " Here you go. Good bye. Have a safe trip." I waved while they walk away, shut the door and speed walk by my parents again opening the door to my room, shutting it and locking it. I stood silent. 

Nothing. I waited again but longer. Nothing.

I signed and went to my bed and grab the table next to me. I began to take out everything from the bag, gave my thanks and just happily ate all my food in bliss.  It was so good, but my favorite part of these orders is the dessert, it is never the same, though knowing that fact is not that bad each and every single one of them just taste so good. 

I laid down my bed facing the ceiling again, it is a calm day, "I want something more." 

I signed ."I just.... I wish I could more but..."

"Why does it feel so hopeless."