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Tomorrow Is A New Day
By Nessa6368 Prologue.. Tomorrow is a new day. A child will be born unto the world; among countless of others, as well some will die, among the unspeakable numbers. But it is this pattern that keeps the world turning, this pattern of life and of death. Those that disrupt this pattern are enemies to the human race and its existence, for any unbalance would wreck havoc on this planet system, more then anyone truly realizes. until it is too late.
Chapter One
There are so many different types of people in this world, no matter how many look so alike. Those two girls that walk by wearing the same shirts with the same colored hair, are still two different people. They have a past, a present, and what is more is a future they can be almost sure and aware of. But what of the few mankind ignores, those that have no place in their small, little worlds, we're everything must be tucked and folded the same way their fathers and mothers have told them to do. What of the narrow minds that would rather kills something they didn't understand, instead of taking that small second on the trigger of the gun and seeing what could, what would happen if only they had waited, maybe even listened. What of those that men who call themselves doctors and scientists took those few special people out of the world in which they too knew and interacted, unsure about who they were to be, what they truly were to become. What if you were one of them.and you didn't even realize you existed? Until that one-day where they leave you, abandon you as those before them have done so. Without answers, without clues, without that guide or map to tell you where you are going and how you are going to get there. Without a good bye from those men in white coats that have become your only family, and the only kind of person you could learn to love and trust as they stuck assortments of needles in you, attached you to those machines of which you only have nightmares about. Given you the pain that throughout the years became your only way of knowing you were truly alive.still alive. and available for more of the torturous pains they maliciously inflict on you. But none the worse then abandoning you to a world where you are not welcome, nor no longer belong.
I felt the tears then, wondering how long it has been since I cried, as the hours passed since my jail cell has been opened, and the lights turned off. No more gases no more fumes, nothingness. The nothing that I knew, those perhaps once knew, and were only distant memories. I heard footsteps, felt the soft vibrations through the floor as I saw their blurred figures approach. I did not have fear from them, nor did I have any strength to defend myself. I merely watched through my eyes, my only form of communication since I could remember; yet I heard the voice in my head. "Its okay now, you're alright." She said, with the hum of heaven behind her. I didn't see her, my eyes were closed, but I spoke to her in the language that I once knew, "am I in heaven?" I asked, tentatively, not wanting to break connection with this person. The only connection I've had in my life. She did not answer me, but I felt the pitiful tear that fell down her face, a gift given to me that showed she too cared, that she would always care. I would only keep a distance away, for mothers always abandon their young in the end. They always abandon you.
Tomorrow Is A New Day
By Nessa6368 Prologue.. Tomorrow is a new day. A child will be born unto the world; among countless of others, as well some will die, among the unspeakable numbers. But it is this pattern that keeps the world turning, this pattern of life and of death. Those that disrupt this pattern are enemies to the human race and its existence, for any unbalance would wreck havoc on this planet system, more then anyone truly realizes. until it is too late.
Chapter One
There are so many different types of people in this world, no matter how many look so alike. Those two girls that walk by wearing the same shirts with the same colored hair, are still two different people. They have a past, a present, and what is more is a future they can be almost sure and aware of. But what of the few mankind ignores, those that have no place in their small, little worlds, we're everything must be tucked and folded the same way their fathers and mothers have told them to do. What of the narrow minds that would rather kills something they didn't understand, instead of taking that small second on the trigger of the gun and seeing what could, what would happen if only they had waited, maybe even listened. What of those that men who call themselves doctors and scientists took those few special people out of the world in which they too knew and interacted, unsure about who they were to be, what they truly were to become. What if you were one of them.and you didn't even realize you existed? Until that one-day where they leave you, abandon you as those before them have done so. Without answers, without clues, without that guide or map to tell you where you are going and how you are going to get there. Without a good bye from those men in white coats that have become your only family, and the only kind of person you could learn to love and trust as they stuck assortments of needles in you, attached you to those machines of which you only have nightmares about. Given you the pain that throughout the years became your only way of knowing you were truly alive.still alive. and available for more of the torturous pains they maliciously inflict on you. But none the worse then abandoning you to a world where you are not welcome, nor no longer belong.
I felt the tears then, wondering how long it has been since I cried, as the hours passed since my jail cell has been opened, and the lights turned off. No more gases no more fumes, nothingness. The nothing that I knew, those perhaps once knew, and were only distant memories. I heard footsteps, felt the soft vibrations through the floor as I saw their blurred figures approach. I did not have fear from them, nor did I have any strength to defend myself. I merely watched through my eyes, my only form of communication since I could remember; yet I heard the voice in my head. "Its okay now, you're alright." She said, with the hum of heaven behind her. I didn't see her, my eyes were closed, but I spoke to her in the language that I once knew, "am I in heaven?" I asked, tentatively, not wanting to break connection with this person. The only connection I've had in my life. She did not answer me, but I felt the pitiful tear that fell down her face, a gift given to me that showed she too cared, that she would always care. I would only keep a distance away, for mothers always abandon their young in the end. They always abandon you.