To clear one's mind one must think of nothing, absolutely nothing. To picture one's self in a white room is the most common thing to do. And yet still you are thinking of the room, and of the walls. It is impossible to stop yourself from thinking of something. Often times an image will come into your mind. Some use this method for guidance, and inner peace. Others are searching for a past that has been thought to be forgotten.
The images kept flashing every time I cleared my mind. Every time I thought of "nothing" and yet I always was thinking of it, subconsciously. I must have pushed it so far in the back of my mind that I forgot it all together. But no…that is not true. No one can truly forget something; at least, I could never forget anything about my past. I could never TRULY forget the past, even though I would try so hard to make it disappear.
It rains…
Oh does it ever stop?
…and I am all alone.
Just like I am everyday
A dark figure lurks around me, but I do not sense it. In the arms of a ghost I am carefree, and I am content. This feeling is ignorance and bliss. This is my dream that will never come true.
An alarming sound burst through the building, and the doors slide open. The main room, where a large television screen is set up in front of the windows is swarmed with soldiers dressed in black clothing. Their arms, legs, and chest covered with silver colored armor. One man with a blue helmet, whereas the others wore black helmets, signaled five men to move to the right and six men to move to the right. The blue helmet soldier walked towards the computer, below the large television screen, and pressed a few buttons. The alarm stopped, and the only sound left was the soft sound of footsteps and the small dinging of silver armor down the hallways. The blue helmeted soldier removed his helmet and walked towards the hallway on the right. The soldier stopped in front of one of the doors, opened it, and stepped inside. Raven stood in the clutches of one of the soldiers. She was weakened from the small fight the soldier's put on, but eventually had been beaten. The soldier beside her placed a silver headband on her head. This motion stirred her and Raven looked up to the soldier by the door holding a blue helmet in his right hand. Raven felt a gasp of terror run through her, strong enough to make her shiver.
Shouts of muffled voices sounded down the hallway, and the gunshots could be heard even outside the tower. Raven could hear the others, trying to fight back, and eventually they gave up as well. Raven could not do anything with this contraption on around her head, and more than likely all her friends suffered some kind of device to weaken their bodies and minds.
"It's going to be alright Raven" the soldier with the blue helmet smiled at her.
"Why?" Raven began to feel light-headed and her knees were on the verge of buckling. "Why did it have to be you."