Chapter 1
-Another normal day and yet nothing is the same, the sun goes up and down every day and yet today’s different, but why is it different?
Maybe because I know that today’s the day when everything might change, I finally have the chance to do something, I’ve been working for this my whole life after my parents died I’ve been dreaming about the day when I could finally pursue their plan and change something.
The government is trying to shut us all in the same room, don’t be different or you’ll die or at least disappear without any witness and even if there were at least one witness, no one would tell anything if they want to stay alive. It’s been like that since I can remember or even before I was born, Don’t stand out of the crowd if your life means something to you, do what they tell you to do. The only thing I remember from my childhood is when the police found my books hidden under my bed, my mother then said that they were hers so I could be safe, they took her for months, and when she came back, she wasn’t the same she was just like them, her eyes didn’t show the same person, she was just like a programmed machine with no soul or emotions. She couldn’t even remember me, or maybe she could but she was just too scared to show affection. One day she went off to work, as always on time however this time she never came back. I like to think that she gained control over her life and decided to leave because she wanted to protect us but of course the main reason why I think she’s not with me today is that she did gain control over her emotions, just not in the right time or place. My father however was never trying to please anyone, he was never trying to fit in, he never even tried to be like them, and maybe that’s what lost him. He knew that they were coming to get him but he wasn’t even trying to hide or escape. When he saw a bunch of armed police officers, the only thing he said to me was to hide under my bed, close my eyes, cover my ears and remember to never stop dreaming. So that’s what I did, I knew what they were doing to him, I knew that I was probably never going to see him again, but I did what he told me to do, maybe because I just wanted to be a good son or maybe because I was too afraid to stand up for him and at least try to protect him, I hate to think that it’s the second one even if I know that it’s true. And that’s how I lost him too.
When the police left I stayed under the bed for the rest of the night with my eyes closed because I was too scared to see that I was there alone and also because I thought that if I would fall asleep everything would go back to how it was before, my dad would still be here and my mum would have been in the kitchen making pancakes for breakfast and our life would come back to normal in our weird way.
However that night I didn’t fall asleep, I waited, and the second night I ran to a place where only my father could find me. An old bookstore at the end of the town, no books left on the shelf, only the smell of them could remind me of how life was before anything of this happened. The only way to get in the store was through a broken window at the back, you have to get in as quiet and quick as possible then block every window, door, or hole in the wall so that even if someone would cole to sniff around, you’ll have time to hide before they get in. The only thing I had there was an old broken fridge an old camp-bed and a small cupboard with nothing in it. But this time when I got in, I have opened the cupboard just out of curiosity and what I saw was incredible. There was an old photo of my parents when everything was normal and people were free, there were also a few notebooks, I remembered those notebooks from my childhood my father used to spend hours writing stuff in them but he never let me look at what’s in them, and the last thing I found was a book, an old book with no cover, however, there was a note wrote on the first page, I recognized my father’s handwriting it said: «I know you’ll do big things, little boy, just remember not to forget who you are and who you want to be, love you, your old man». When I read that note I knew that my father was already here before me earlier that day, he knew exactly what was coming for him and that he wouldn’t have time to say goodbye. At that moment my eyes just burst into tears and a million thoughts came through my mind, I didn’t know what do to, what big things my father was talking about, the only thing I knew was that I couldn’t trust anyone and if I can’t do something on my own I can’t do it at all.
