Gathering
People are screaming, crying on the streets
They took people away from their families.
It is easier for grown ups to understand the reasons of such separation. After all, all they wanted was the cure so they could go back to their homes. But its not the same for children. In some cases, it was the kids who had to be removed from their houses by force and in others it was the parents. Moving to a different city can cause trauma on both sided, let alone leaving with no reassurance of ever returning.
People are screaming, crying on the streets, begging the scavengers to not take their family members away. They were calling the names of those taken by the soldiers while children who have already gone to the facilities are held by strangers to feel some short of security. Holding a hand, no matter if its a stranger or a friend under such circumstances, can provide safety… especially when guns are pointed towards you.
They were all now gathered in a room with no windows, or doors except one that was heavily guarded. Some are coughing, others with fever… just a small groups acting normal. All standing in the room, surrounded by armed soldiers, grownup just as scared as the kinds. I can almost hear their screams, i still shivering.
You are so lucky, you never experienced such terror… or did you? When was the last time you felt threatened, unable to think or act? What kind of ‘guns’ were pointed at you? And most importantly… how did you manage to escape?
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Design by Argus Dorian | Dark Cyberpunk Artist
Story by Revna & Argus Dorian
© Decaydead 2020
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If you had a chance to leave your cell, would you use every single cell you got to grab it?
I know, I would. As a matter of fact, I did. I had to. You see, ‘normal’ can be something totally different for you than what it is to me. And that’s okay. No judgment. Neither you or I can be sure which one is right.. and why should we?
I only care if you’re happy.. Are you happy?
Does it get too much sometimes? I know it does. The pressure consumes you, anxiety is a serious enemy. Your overthinking must be killing you. Unless you’re not an overthinker and you’re just practical… right? Where does your practice keep getting you? Do you get the results you’re craving? I hope you do.
Are you comfortable enough in your skin? In your clothes? In your family? Does your house feel like home?
Don’t answer to me. I don’t need to hear it. You do. They say, be careful of what you’re thinking because it is that one step before action. What are you thinking.. I wonder. No worries.
I will keep this secret of yours if you keep mine… come closer…
I know, I would. As a matter of fact, I did. I had to. You see, ‘normal’ can be something totally different for you than what it is to me. And that’s okay. No judgment. Neither you or I can be sure which one is right.. and why should we?
I only care if you’re happy.. Are you happy? Does it get too much sometimes? I know it does. The pressure consumes you, anxiety is a serious enemy. Your overthinking must be killing you. Unless you’re not an overthinker and you’re just practical… right? Where does your practice keep getting you? Do you get the results you’re craving? I hope you do.
Are you comfortable enough in your skin? In your clothes? In your family? Does your house feel like home? Don’t answer to me. I don’t need to hear it. You do. They say, be careful of what you’re thinking because it is that one step before action. What are you thinking.. I wonder. No worries.
I will keep this secret of yours if you keep mine… come closer…
