a/n next chapter……LOOK BEHIND YOU! THERE'S A THING…IT'S A THING…IT'S…A THING…oh wait that's just a wall. Made you look. That was stupid…welcome to my world.

I never plan anything…I have the general idea in my head and expand from there. I never really intended to make this sad…but one part is sad to me…maybe not to you but it is to me.

My mom



~ My mom's name was Katherine Casey Jacob. She was thirty when she died. I was ten years old. But that was six years ago. ~

~ She went through everything I went through when she was a kid. She had the choice of going to college and being a doctor or lawyer, or some other high paying job, and we could have had more money and not be the low life's everyone sees us as. But my mother wanted to help people, but not have to go to school before she could do it. ~

~ So she decided to be a social worker. She took classes in psychology and went to work. Many people who had processed loved ones went to people like her to get therapy. I'm surprised Inspectors haven't realized it yet. ~

~ Every few months my mom's group, the Colored People, would make a public protest. And each month they lost someone to The System. But some how The System couldn't control the captured Colored People like everyone else. Since The System couldn't take control they usually killed the captured. After they told us their sentence my mom and me went to church and prayed. We went even if it wasn't a Sunday. The Inspectors would question us why were there on a weekday and my mom would say every time, "We are here to pray for the lost souls." That was code for 'all the people who weren't in the system.' We are praying for the people not in The System, but not like they think we are. They want us to pray for them so they will be part of The System. We pray for anyone to never have to be apart of it. We also pray for the condemned people. I wonder how dumb the Inspectors think we really are. ~

~ I think that the Colored People have come up with some vaccine that you can give yourself so you can be controlled. I ran this by my mom and she said keep dreaming. But when I pointed out that the Inspectors could never control the captured and asked her why, she told me to go back to doing my homework, looking very grave like she thought I noticed more than she thought I did. ~

~ Parents. ~

~ During the Christmas and Easter everyone even us low life's were allowed to wear whatever else we had and go on vacation and eat whatever we wanted. My mom usually perked up and was a different person. We would do spontaneous things like go Christmas caroling, during Christmas. At Easter she would hide plastic eggs for me to find with candy and money in them. I liked my mom best during those times. ~

~ Mom didn't talk about my dad very much. He was a doctor and they met at a restaurant during Christmas and fell in love. My mom was eighteen. He was twenty. She had me at twenty. ~

~ My dad believed the same as my mom even though he could get almost anything that he wanted. He believed that The System was not good for the people. ~

~ He was in a protest against The System controlling our lives. When a fight broke out and he was in it. The Inspectors came to break it up and he was taken away, captured. That day my mom took me to the church and told me to pray with all my might. I was five years old and didn't realize what was happening. So I did as I was told and prayed like I have never prayed before. ~

~ But when my Dad didn't come home that night…I knew. I knew he was gone…gone like so many other friends. Mom and me cried all night. I didn't go to school the next day. She called in sick for work. ~

~ We spent the day going through his things, remembering everything we could about him. Just remembering his face, his voice, his laugh, his smile, and his love. My mom said never to forget him. ~ ~ My mom was never herself again after his death. She tried not to show it in front of me. But sometimes I would peek into her room and find her crying on her bed. ~

~ She kept protesting. And some how she was never caught. Awhile after my dad's death I was always worried my mom wouldn't come back at the end of the day. Three years later, I had come to the decision that she could never be caught. ~

~ My childish decision was wrong sadly. ~

~ Two years later my mom was capture in a protest. When I heard the news I went straight for the church. I skipped school and prayed all day. The next day she died. ~

~ They always say on the news that the condemned person had gotten into a accident and died. But the Inspectors really killed them. ~

~ My mom had always said to look in the box that was labeled 'My Treasures' if anything ever happened to her. I would kid saying, "Mom you'll never go. You would argue your way outta death." She'd just shake her head smiling. ~

~ But now I had to face the truth and look inside that box. That night I went home and opened the box. ~

a/n and that's the end of my sad story for now…sad…sad…oh well…until the next time…I'm here being slightly depressed because of this story.