Post by Ghost on Mar 26, 2013 18:23:29 GMT -5
It was all we could do not to give in to the fog that clouded our thoughts. Whatever was controlling us these past days, these past weeks, months, years, will pay for robbing us of our free will. We will find the beast that dares to mess with our genes, our DNA, what makes us human through our minds and crush it beneath our feet. We came here because our families told us we were wild, untrained and undisciplined. Well this school has changed us. This beast has trapped us and many generations before us. A few have broken free from the Haze's control, but its not enough compared to the hundreds that live here and in the town next to us. It's not enough to wake everyone else up and realize that we are trapped and caged in a land where time crawls on its hands and knees because of a monster who decided that it wanted to mess with us like lab rats. Well, whoever this thing is, we say to you now, beast, that this is a war now. A war for our own lives. A war that we will win even if only one of us is left standing to tell the tale. We will find you and hunt you down and make you see your mistakes in changing us.
Oh, I guess I forgot to mention my name, if anyone chooses to read this stupid thing. I am Thunderbolt, a student who goes to this school. I came here three years ago when I was thirteen because my dad didn't like me much and mom didn't have the spine to stand up to him. I hope she did since I came here, but it doesn't look that way. My brother' here, he followed me apparently and, well, the rest of my life is slowly fading from my mind. Darn Haze. It's one of the few things I truly hate, you know? It robs us of not only our free will, but our lives and memories as well. Hence, the nickname and not a real one. Time slows to a crawl here. Forty-eight days here is a year out in the rest of the world. Heck, this place may be a whole other world and we don't even know for Pete's sake. It takes only fifteen days for a season to begin and end after all.
This school is okay. The teachers and other staff don't care much for us though. With the exception of the Nurse at the Clinic. We deal, though. Most of us have turned to each other, forming groups and little families because we're all we've got. We live because we have to. We can't just let this Haze control us any longer. Those of us that are Awake know this. We know, even if we don't like it. Being Awake means that we are aware of what's happening to us and are taking care to fight against it as much as we can. Though, for most of us, Recovery from memory loss isn't exactly an option. Even I have only remembered little things about my family and why I was sent here. Nothing else.
Well, I hope that, for you and whoever else is with you, that you stay Awake because God only knows that the reason your reading this is because you are one of the Awakened. I have to go now, have to check on Firebolt (my brother). He's gotten sick ever since he started to remember some things, so I've been taking care of him. I can only pray right now that he gets better, I don't think I could bear to lose him. Not when he's all I have.
~ Thunderbolt's Journal, page 1
Day 4 of year 3
Oh, I guess I forgot to mention my name, if anyone chooses to read this stupid thing. I am Thunderbolt, a student who goes to this school. I came here three years ago when I was thirteen because my dad didn't like me much and mom didn't have the spine to stand up to him. I hope she did since I came here, but it doesn't look that way. My brother' here, he followed me apparently and, well, the rest of my life is slowly fading from my mind. Darn Haze. It's one of the few things I truly hate, you know? It robs us of not only our free will, but our lives and memories as well. Hence, the nickname and not a real one. Time slows to a crawl here. Forty-eight days here is a year out in the rest of the world. Heck, this place may be a whole other world and we don't even know for Pete's sake. It takes only fifteen days for a season to begin and end after all.
This school is okay. The teachers and other staff don't care much for us though. With the exception of the Nurse at the Clinic. We deal, though. Most of us have turned to each other, forming groups and little families because we're all we've got. We live because we have to. We can't just let this Haze control us any longer. Those of us that are Awake know this. We know, even if we don't like it. Being Awake means that we are aware of what's happening to us and are taking care to fight against it as much as we can. Though, for most of us, Recovery from memory loss isn't exactly an option. Even I have only remembered little things about my family and why I was sent here. Nothing else.
Well, I hope that, for you and whoever else is with you, that you stay Awake because God only knows that the reason your reading this is because you are one of the Awakened. I have to go now, have to check on Firebolt (my brother). He's gotten sick ever since he started to remember some things, so I've been taking care of him. I can only pray right now that he gets better, I don't think I could bear to lose him. Not when he's all I have.
~ Thunderbolt's Journal, page 1
Day 4 of year 3
