Young Writers Society

Its always been a mystery to me. How something so simple could become the most complicated thing

in the universe.

I never understood at first, I'd be sat there, day after day, staring out of my bedroom window.

Just thinking how it all became so complicated. How everything became so confusing.

I'd always been a simple minded person. Never doubting what I had been told. Always believing what

was in the books. There couldn't have been a doubt about any of it. It was written by scientists, so it

had to be true.

My mind was innocent, oblivious to the nightmares out there. None of it was real, just an old wives

tale, set in place to keep today's youths in their place. Making sure they never got out of hand.

But, that wouldn't stop half of them. Most of us today don't even blink twice before thinking. It's simple.

We just don't give a shit.

But, we should right? We should always listen to the adults. The ones who have experienced life as

we are experiencing it now. The ones who have seen whats out in the world, the ones who know what

could happen any minute of the day. The ones who lie.

Yeah, they know everything. We listened to them as kids, never wanting to chance what could happen

if we disobeyed one word they said. It might be a light telling off. Or a smack around the head... or a

whip with the belt. Depended on the parent really.

Was it just them, were they thinking to themselves that it is what they had to do, to make us learn,

to make sure we always listened and never went against them. Or was it an order? An order by the

government, an order by the monarch?

Maybe it was an order by something even they know nothing about. Maybe it's an order by something

only a few people know about.

Is it a law? A command?

If they truely knew about it all, why would they let us out of the house at all, if they knew about the

dangers of the world, why would they let us take one step out of the house.

They act like they know nothing. Smiling at us, laughing with us. But that's only when things go right,

when we listen.

What happens when we don't listen? Lots. Everything changes. You might want to go out at night, and

when they say no, and you answer with 'why?' it's a slap across the face. No other answer. Just a hit.

A hit and a warning: "Listen to what you are told to do!".

What happened to the nice person I was just laughing with only a few short minutes ago?

It's a facade, a mask fitted perfectly. Filled with lies. Meant to make us trust them. We were brought

up to trust the adults. To trust our parents. We had to trust them. Remember? They know everything.

Which is why I know, they truely do know what is out there. Why I know they lie to us.

They put it across as being a good parent. Just wanting the best for us, to make sure we don't get

mixed up in all the wrong things.

There is no nice person there. Barely a person. Just a cold hearted and emotionless... thing.

I can't even refer to them as my parents anymore. Not after finding out the truth. The real truth. Not

the bullshit I have been told these past eighteen years.

Going to school, we always learnt how science created everything. That there are impossibilities

in the world. Certain things that can never happen.

This is what we told. This is what the facts were. It was adults teaching us, so of course, it all had to

be true.

I say I was simple minded. As a child, yes, I was simple minded, always listening to the adults. But

getting older, I realised things were not so simple. Everything was a lot more complicated that it

seemed.

The secret conversations, the whispering. The way everyone stopped talking as I walked into the room.

So, why was all of this happening? Why were our parents lying to us.

They were not told too. They were not ordered too.

They were just made to do it. Pre-programmed.

A pre-programmed parent.

Okay, so I made it this far, I'd discovered this much. The people standing in front of me, the people

I live with. They are not my parents. They never were. No one's parents are real.

I did the research. Studied the books, and worked out my theory.

They were taken. Our real parents. The real adults were taken. Replaced with these things. Like an

abduction.

But, I don't believe in aliens, and i'm pretty certain no one else does. So what could these things

be? If they are not my real parents. And they are not human. What are they?

A figment of imagination? A mind trick? An illusion...

No, it's all real. I'm one hundred percent certain they are real. It's just the matter of what they are.

What created them, and where the real one's are.

Who is leading them. Who has taken my parents hostage.

What is the price I have to pay to get them back?

My life? My knowledge? My sanity?

One thing for sure, they can't have my sanity, thats already been taken.

Another thing for sure, I have no knowledge. Never had any to begin with.

But my life? Sure, they could take my life. They could take it if it meant getting everyone back.

If I could get the real adults back. Make everyone safe again, I would give my life.

And what would my life be worth? What would it be worth to them? Why should I give my life to them,

when I could end it myself. End this suffering. The worry I have been carrying.

I would no longer have to think about where everyone is. No longer have to think about how I could

get out of it... get everyone out of it.

It'd be like turning out a light. And waking up to a whole new world. I would leave behind a place with

no love, and find a place filled with it.

Hush now. Darling, hush. No more nightmares. No more screaming. Just a land filled with peace and

truth.

Nothing more to dwell on.

Nothing more to think about.

Hush, hush. There is a whole new life ahead of you. A new doorway has opened. And I'm going to be

the first to step through. I will be the first to escape.

Shhhh. Time to be reborn.