Hey. Welcome to hell, or, I mean, my world. Same thing.
Anyways, as bad as you may want out of here, sorry, but you can't. Once you're in this place, which I assume you are, since you're reading this, then you can't get out. Maybe you got sucked into this hell hole like everyone else, including my dad. Just about everyone here claims that their home had been ruined by the War, and they were looking for a place to stay and feed their families. They saw this beautiful shining glass dome, glowing white with promise against the ashen sky and polluted air. The plants were green, the streets clean, the buildings gleaming. The air was crisp and full of life and the people were healthy, if not a little too round.
At least that's the lie everyone hears. But on the inside?
Much different story.
This place is a trap built for the desperate. It rips apart the most vulnerable, and takes advantage of the weak. You eagerly run toward the shine of the feeling something may finally go right, but you find you've run into the maw of a great beast, slaughtering any shred of hope and faith in life. Sure, it's safe from the outside apocalypse, but I'm not sure if in this 3,000 acre dome of doom is any better than the outside world, to tell you the truth.
But how could it possibly be that bad, right?
Wrong.
In the beginning, there was death.
The darkness flows from hues of purple and orange, the moon rising to kiss the sun's rays one last time as the darkest cloud of night I've ever seen falls over our tiny haven. I catch Will's face from the side of my vision and my heart tightens slightly. The tick of his jaw wouldn't be noticeable for anyone but me. His best friend, his lifeline. A solemn tear forms in my eye as he wipes his face, another tear falling for the family he lost. I love him. Utterly and desperately so, but, there's nothing I can do about that. The ultimate forbidden fruit, if you will. I reach to comfort him and he doesn't respond. I open my mouth to speak and he looks my way, but the gleam in his dark brown eyes hits the moonlight just right and I fall. My voice escapes my throat and I can't do it. I've tried for years to tell him. 10 years, actually. All this time, I hopelessly remained devoted to a ghost who had given the best of himself to a fiery red-head with a sassy personality and the body of a supermodel. For 10 years, I held to the desperate thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd be someone I could count on. Instead, I watched him marry my best friend, smiled as they welcomed their son. Stood, holding that beautiful boy as his mother was in the first round of executions after the beginning of the Revelation. Helped heal Will's wounds in the aftermath. Cried, clutching the tear-stained shirt of my best friend as his son took his last staggering breath in that first harsh winter. The guilt of my emotions crawl through me. My heart twisting in regret, guilt, desperation, and grief. I loved my best friend. She was so much more than that; she was my family.
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