I should be happy for the cure, shouldn't I? Isn't what I always wanted when I was younger; a life free from the disease? Everyone who receives the cure lives calm, happy lives. But is that really what I want; to be a robot and not get any feelings? There are invalids who live beyond the fence, away from the cure. I know it. I've met several. They are all infected, just like Lena was, and they are happy. Amor deliria nervosa may not be as bad as they've brainwashed us to believe. I have to go through with this cure though. I have no choice.
I walk down the stairs of my house, still in my pajamas. There really is no point in changing. My mother waits for me in the kitchen. The clock displays the time is twelve o'clock. I have an hour before my life will be changed forever. "Hana, you aren't planning on wearing that are you?" my mom questions me. "Yeah. Why not?" I respond quietly. "The cameras. Fred. Everyone will see you arriving at the labs!" Ah yes. Of course. It seems as though everyone is thrilled about my cure. It will cause excitement around the city. It was on the news yesterday: Mayor Hargrove's Son's Match Soon to Get Cured. It was all anyone seemed to be talking about. Quickly I go change into a simple grey dress.
Yeah, this is really short. I wasn't sure about it. I might put more up soon if I get enough reviews.
