Author: Ally P.
Email: [email protected]
Feedback: Yes, please.
Summary: One girl's thoughts.
Author's Notes: The current world situation, George Orwell, Ray Bradbury, and many more amazing people inspired this. But mostly, this is all me.
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I am an outcast among outcasts. I feel like I am the only person here. But I'm not; there are a ton more people here. All of us are jailed in the 'school'. It is one of the many 'schools' for "Free Thinkers".
In this day and age, to think freely and for oneself is a severe crime for adults, for their children, it only many endless years in a reform academy. Or, as I look at it, a Brainwashing Institute.
My family was one of the few families to still be undetected by the Peace Keepers. We were discovered not six months ago. I may be here, in hell, but this is nothing compared to what they did to my parents. Nothing. Peace Keepers my ass. More like torture devices, murders, and executioners all in one. Home of the Free indeed. I want to know what happened to free speech, free thought. Freedom.
My old house was a haven. Old knowledgeable books liked at every turn. We thought for ourselves, we questioned authority, we expressed out opinions and we weren't prosecuted for not being sheep like the rest of this world.
I was taught from as soon as I could walk and talk to think and do for myself. I was taught to be proud of my accomplishments and to not let other people's ignorance or idiocies get me down. I was taught to push ahead and not fear the inevitable. I was taught to not fear what might be, and to live in the present. I was taught to be myself above all else. I have always strived to be at the top of all of my classes and I have always spoken my mind, even when it differed from the preferred 'norm'.
Then it happened. A certain country was threatening our, but we didn't do anything about it. The UN voted against any retaliation. Quickly we succumbed to darkness. The dictator of the country got his claws in us and started to take over. It only took him a year or so before we lost pitifully. After that year had passed, everything was different. People started to think that this guy was good for our country and us. That he's helped us despite all of the horrible things he had done in the past. Now, being independent and intelligent were very bad things. He coined a new phrase "Free Thinker." Being called a Free Thinker was worse then any racial slur you can think of even being called it in jest could lead to an inquiry at home. Investigators would be on your back for weeks. They held Free Thinking Witch Hunts every Friday after work hours. The whole town would pool together and point fingers at one another until someone was arrested for Free Thinking.
I was still very young when this was happening. My parents would always tell me what was going on in the world and explain to me what I didn't understand. They taught me not to fear war. They taught me to think for myself, they taught me survival techniques. One by one families fell. Millions of people died in the span of two weeks. Billions came not far after that. Now there are only three million people left on this planet. I'm "lucky" to be among them. In the last days of the resistance my parents were caught dealing with the British Government. They had been planning for us to escape. They had been so close.
There was no trial or anything. They were just sentenced to be conspiring against the Empire and they were put to death from torture. I was sent to here among other Free Thinking children. They're slowly being brainwashed. I can smell it happening. I can here the Free Thinking brain cells exploding. It's not like they'll ever need them again. They're being programmed to follow orders with out question and to be sheep to anyone with a rank higher then themselves.
I've tried to escape several times, so many times that I'll probably never move up a level. I can't bring myself to submit to them. I refuse to be the omega in the pack of life. My nature demands that I be alpha. It will settle for no less. They will never break me. Hell knows they've tried every way possible. They can have my body and my dignity, but they will never have my sanity or my mind.
I can hear the "doctors" in the hall speaking about how they think Solitary Confinement has been doing me wonders. How I seem to be submitting to treatment. But, I never will.
Soon, I will get free. Soon I will save myself, because no one else can. Once I am safe, I will save others. Soon enough I will save the world.
But, for now, I must simply survive.