I closed my eyes, I travelled back to the only place that would accept me, that has not forsaken me, that has not condemned me. It was not just a dream anymore, it was my escape, it was where I truly lived. It’s funny, how I’m only truly awake when I sleep. As I weaved the tales of time, I was pulled into a land where everyone was once happy, yet once sad. I knew where this was; the world before the Purification. I was on a busy road, with people from all walks of life. I saw people side by side laughing while a few in the alley were up to no good, I saw a kid fall down and scraped his knees from running too fast, yet he immediately stood back up and continued running. There were teenagers shouting in the alley which broke out into a fight... So that’s what anger looked like.
As I knew, not all dreams go as smoothly as this, and expected it happened. The Purification process was announced, there was a huge controversy. Politicians everywhere shouting their points on why this should or shouldn’t be implemented.
Do I really want to live in this world? Where we all can be equally joyful yet equally miserable?
I can’t make an unbiased decision given my situation, but the mass majority agreed to the process. The governments were cruel though, they didn’t tell us the side effects. Everyone was finally smiling again, not a single weeping soul on the streets.
“No more fear! No more suffering! No more misery! I promise you happiness! I promise you joy! I promise you love!” The crowd was cheering at the propaganda. I knew better, I knew how wrong it would turn out. But even if they knew, they would still choose the same option for it doesn’t affect them. Humans really are the most selfish species aren’t they? Why suffer when someone else can suffer for you?
Disgusting, filthy, corrupted…
Dark thoughts were filling my mind, and dark thoughts leads to dark dreams…
The scene changed to something much more familiar, I was on my hospital bed, still living off tubes. Where I had nothing to do but sleep, where I know I can never walk again unless I close my eyes and dreamt away. The doctor came in, he decided that maybe surgery would work. He prides himself in his high success rate. But with only one or two patients a doctor may get per year, a hundred percent success rate could only mean saving one patient’s life. I was put under a huge amount of painkillers as I dozed away.
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