Origins

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Chapter 9 (v.1)

Submitted: May 09, 2013

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The first person to knock on my door was Sammy.

Sammy.

After two years in a cell with only my thoughts and memories, the first thing I realized about Sammy was,

I loved her.

At first I couldn’t think of Sammy any other way than best friends.

But two years confined with your own defected mind for comfort changes things.

As soon as I opened the door I flung myself into her arms, she laughed and kissed my cheek.

“Took two years but you finally feel the same way.”

I didn’t answer just looked at her and kissed her.

Her lips tasted like strawberries.

The artificial ones.

She pulled herself from me and smiled. Her blue eyes glistened and her dark brown hair waved itself in front of her face.

Only after a day my book had been sold worldwide, millions of copies printed.

All because Him said,

“Buy it.”

Well of course the speech was a whole lot longer.

But I don’t care.

Sammy brought herself inside and led us into the living room. We sat for hours in each other’s arms.

How strange it was that I would fall in love with this girl. Only because she was the first friendly face I saw. I continue to wander where my father is.

Why  hasn’t he called yet.

I would’ve thought he would have showered me with praise for my lies.

By the end of the week everyone would’ve read my book.

But I don’t want to.

If I read my book, I’m afraid I’ll just become a Union lover.

I try to stay strong to my true feelings but I have no choice but to bury them in this journal.

 

The Colonel sat down with me once and showed me a video of a raid of a rebel camp.

It was to give me an inspiration.

It was in a jungle, various tall trees rose around the soldier. Through a slight gap in the underbrush I could see various people running around in the orange jumpsuits the rebels wore.

I saw a fellow soldier to the right of the screen giving various signals that I didn’t understand.

The man who’s helmet the camera was perched on charged.

He broke through the tree line and entered a large clearing with various tents set up, all the same size, rising up in smoke as soldiers threw flame grenades at the tents.

The soldier whose point of view I was viewing raised his rifle and shot down a small family of rebels while they were still in shock.

After a few seconds the rebel forces brought themselves together and raised their own weapons.

Small black market things that was useless in the army.

They had no chance, they were basically defenseless.

I saw the soldier pull out his knife, and slowly walk toward a huddle of rebels.

The rebels fired back, but their weak bullets couldn’t penetrate the armor that covered the giant man walking toward them.

They were so young and so scared, apart from one.

An old man with two old revolvers dropped his weapons and pulled the young men and women around him close. I could see by their features that they were family.

The old man spoke to his family.

“Stay strong, we will not die in vain.”

I shuddered as I wrote that in my book.

For I wrote it as a dying Union soldier saying it.

Not a helpless rebel.

The soldier walked up to them and stabbed them all in the chest.

The video turned off and I wanted to cry, but I knew this was a test.

Those rebel’s looked so innocent, so scared.

So helpless.

It’s things like that that keeps me strong.

But it’s also things like that that weaken me to the power of the Union.

Me and Sammy slept together. It was my first intimate experience.

But I didn’t enjoy it like a normal teenager should.

I was too scared of who I really was.

I don’t want to hurt her.

So I accept.

I Pray she stays safe


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