Author's Notes: This story is actually a revised and edited version of a
project I did for sixth grade. I just had the ingenious idea to post it.
Remember that this was done when I was eleven (I think), plus I got an A,
before flaming me.
The Great Escape
Dear Journal,
This is it. My great escape. Ever since I met the Giver, things have gone out of control. My world has gone upside down: everything I thought to be right has now been proven wrong. I have finally had the last straw- now I plan to travel to Elsewhere for a safe asylum; it's strange, really: I thought my world WAS a safe place. Well, things aren't the way they look like. Even though my life may be shattered, I would rather have my forbidden knowledge then be without.
The Giver had granted me many treasured things: joy, strife, compassion, pity, disgust, wonder, desire, valor, wisdom, love..., and most of all, memories. Yet, out of all of those, there was one unmentioned that is and was most devastating: the truth. It had all started when I mused over what happened during a Release. That day, my father was Releasing the "deficient" newborn out of a set of twins. The Giver had given me one last choice: the decision of my future. I saw my father weigh the newchildren. I saw him fondle the child condemned to Release, and I had seen, with my own blasted eyes, my father injecting the arcane serum that was the demise of thousands! I saw my father unveil the truth: Release is just a fancy façade for murder! This is why I must leave, so my memories will be scattered, so all the sins will be paid for.
In Elsewhere, I plan to get a well-deserved rest. Memories gave me the experience to make a living. I will live the rest of my days, content with what I have accomplished.
I must return home now. To anybody who finds this, it is too late. I am gone... good-bye....
Regards to the finder,
Jonas
The Great Escape
Dear Journal,
This is it. My great escape. Ever since I met the Giver, things have gone out of control. My world has gone upside down: everything I thought to be right has now been proven wrong. I have finally had the last straw- now I plan to travel to Elsewhere for a safe asylum; it's strange, really: I thought my world WAS a safe place. Well, things aren't the way they look like. Even though my life may be shattered, I would rather have my forbidden knowledge then be without.
The Giver had granted me many treasured things: joy, strife, compassion, pity, disgust, wonder, desire, valor, wisdom, love..., and most of all, memories. Yet, out of all of those, there was one unmentioned that is and was most devastating: the truth. It had all started when I mused over what happened during a Release. That day, my father was Releasing the "deficient" newborn out of a set of twins. The Giver had given me one last choice: the decision of my future. I saw my father weigh the newchildren. I saw him fondle the child condemned to Release, and I had seen, with my own blasted eyes, my father injecting the arcane serum that was the demise of thousands! I saw my father unveil the truth: Release is just a fancy façade for murder! This is why I must leave, so my memories will be scattered, so all the sins will be paid for.
In Elsewhere, I plan to get a well-deserved rest. Memories gave me the experience to make a living. I will live the rest of my days, content with what I have accomplished.
I must return home now. To anybody who finds this, it is too late. I am gone... good-bye....
Regards to the finder,
Jonas