The Enemy

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Hey everyone, this is my third short story which like the rest is very deep and inspired by the events that take place in my life. Please enjoy and give feedback. I hope you can relate and
understand the theme and idea of this story.

Submitted: March 18, 2018

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Here I am. In a room full of people who think they know me. But they don’t. They think they can relate and feel my pain. They can’t. Oh, how I wish they could. At this very moment, I am feeling something beyond words. An emotion I never thought I was capable of feeling let alone knew existed. I feel empty and lonely. You never know how much you need friends until you have none. That is when you feel absolute loneliness. I have no friends. No one to talk to talk to. I don’t even remember what it felt like to have the luxury to laugh with someone and spill your troubles freely. I don’t remember a time when I feared getting judged by asking someone a question or constantly being afraid of how someone could use my words as their weapon. Everyone around me is like a machine. Screaming and trying to catch up with each other only to resent them behind their backs. They are screaming because they cannot be heard over the rest by the screaming surrounding them as they too are desperate for some innocent news to turn into a murder weapon.

Me? Yes, I am screaming but I am silent as I think. I was commanded to speak during class so I asked the question, who do you think the enemy is?. Everyone stared at me as if I were an alien and speaking in a foreign language that they were not remotely familiar with. It's nothing I haven't experienced before. After the teacher shouted at me on asking an absolutely irrelevant question that would not benefit the class in any way in an attempt to hush my useless mind, I left the battle zone. My mind went many directions, is it the girl in front of me who is making her best friends life a living hell by spreading her secrets?. The boy next to me who is planning exactly how he is going to hurt the small, timid boy who in pity shared his lunch with me? Or the teacher who is watching and is aware of the sins taking place before her yet she too carries an expression of expression and confusion then carries on complaining how difficult and challenging her job is.

Do you expect me to choose from these villains?. Everyone around me is trying their best to hurt someone. People who carry the friendliest smile you would go on days admiring are carrying out the cruelest actions ever committed. So I think, the enemy is humans themselves. We hurt people whilst being completely aware of the consequences. If we do not succeed in making someone question their existence, we are restless. My biggest fear is humans themselves because no one can ruin your life than a fellow human than toss you away after they have exhausted every single piece of happiness we have. Humanity? No that no longer exists and whatever is left of it is a joke.

 


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