Hey guys,
So here is my knew story, I hope since I'm on my end of year HOLIDAYS! (Hell Yeah!) I hope to update frequently (every second day? Maybe) this story. I hope to sweet baby Jesus you like it. If do I will continue and the chapters will be longer. I have fixed the problem with the word count only allowing max 500 words and characters, so I can post more within the chapters. As I used to state this, the story does contain; some mild course language, crappy spellcheck and majorly sucky grammar.
Today marks the fifth year since I spent my life folded between the pages of note books and records. In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters and figures of my imagination. I lived once in love and loss through stories threaded in history; I had experience adolescence by association of loneliness and despair.
My world was an interwoven web of words, thoughts and images. I was comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, and a figment of imagination formed through fiction of lies and broken hope. They wanted to delete every point of punctuation of my life from this earth and I couldn't let that happen. I had spent 264 days locked up, isolated, for being different, and feared for the pain I had caused unintentionally.
I had nothing but a small notebook and a broken pen and the numbers to keep me company within my self hatred. Standing in front of the window I had come to know quite well since I have moved into the compound. As I watch the sky slowly begin to fall down, I watch how the sun drops into the ocean and splashes brown, reds, yellows and oranges in the world outside my window, outside the compound, outside the section. A million leaves from hundreds of different branches dip in the bitter wind. I continue to watch the small fragile flakes of ice float towards ever growing amount of snow covering everything in sight.
Winter has hit hard this year, crops and supplies are limited. Since breaking out of the worthlessness I called my life, I had not only destroyed the man who had broken my love and friends but also saved people like me from him. For five years I have been one with the people, not feared but followed, not locked away but listened to. I became their hope and light, I became their leader. Today marks the five years I spent rebuilding, destroying and creating a world for everyone to live as one. Humans and those who have an ability.
For people like me, we are finally free or so I thought, but section 45 is only one of many and Anderson had too many followers also. For us to be truly free we must face those who stand against us. Those who wish us to disappear, that their nightmare would turn into a dream they wish to create. But if I have learn anything of my time fighting for what's right, my work has just begun, even if don't see it yet.
Hope you at least liked it, please review and comment I love to hear what you think of my writing skills (if I have any) and general comments on the plot of it all
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