A/N This was a school assignment… I just posted it because… Well, no reason, really, but I did. The prompt was "When I put on_"
When I put on a CD, I always think of the time that our world no longer knew music.
It was many years ago, and I was very young. Our world was a happy place, always full of the sounds of laughing and singing. We knew no sadness until the evils came. The evils. That is all we have ever called them, all that we ever knew them as. They came into our world, the only place that my kind knew, and they changed it. They did not like our happiness, for they did not understand it. They did not know how to be happy, they came from darkness. The evils took away all of our music. They lived in darkness, and we lived in fear. You could not laugh or sing, for the evils would come out of the shadows and take all of the happiness right out of you, take you right out of you, and leave you an empty shell. No-one ever knew how they did it until it was too late.
My mother was especially sensitive when it came to the subject of the evils. I once asked her how I could fight them, but she, like everyone else, did not know. What she told me remains in my mind to this day. "Do not fight them, and they will leave you alone. They have already won."
Because she told me this, I believed that the evils had won. That is, until I met Alicia. Alicia, like me, wanted to fight the evils. In fact, the only difference between the two of us was that Alicia had not given up. She still sang when she knew there was no darkness nearby for the evils to hide in. She became my source of happiness, and together we came up with an elaborate scheme to rid our world of the evils once and for all.
The day that we carried out our plan was the day that we realized how insane our plan really was. To resist he evils could have serious consequences. I almost quit, but I couldn't bring myself to let Alicia down. So we carried out our plan.
We walked into the darkest part of the city, the lair of the evils. In our hands we each held a match. If something happened to that match, we would never get another one. Since the evils had taken over, matches were extremely difficult to find. The evils didn't allow them, because they brought light and warmth. The lair of the evils loomed overhead, and we knew what to do. We walked to opposite ends of the lair and struck the matches. Then, we stuck them inside the lair and ran for our lives.
We had managed to run about three hundred meters before we heard a terrific boom. It was- quite literally- music to our ears, and as soon as the better part of the lair exploded, we saw peoples' happiness being returned, and we heard our stolen music escaping from the grasp of the evils.
Even all these years later, something as simple as a CD can still remind me of my fantastic adventure many years ago, on a day that we still celebrate as the final day of the evils. Well, I must be going to celebrate, because today was the anniversary of the final day of the evils.