enemypeacemaker
There was a scent to the room that nobody but myself noticed. It was as if a newborn baby had just been bathed. It was fresh, and nice scent that gave off a nice feeling. It made me feel safe and warm, despite it not being warm at all. The freshness of this room was a magnificent change to other rooms.
I never knew the feeling, it was always so foreign to me. As I was growing up, I saw somber looks in my family member's faces. As if there was always a death. I knew why when I grew up. I was sick and always had been. They treated me differently. I was never happy after I realized I was different, that I was strange. Broken.
It takes a while to understand, you know what I mean? To understand that nothing is possible but at the same time everything is possible. It's a hard emotion to grasp. I don't like it, sometimes I just want to give up. But I can't. Everything is possible, they kept telling me in grade school. But as I got older, I realized that not everything is possible. It's broken. You know?
The current was drawing, allowing everyone to see what was going on on the stage. A large scene was unfolding, showing the wife crying over the loss of her husband. It tore her apart, he was her rock and losing him felt like a hurricane had hit. She didn't know what she'd do without him. But then there was a knock on the door.
There was so much that I had to tell you, so much that I could never say. I always had these walls built up around me, and you wanted me to bring them down. I couldn't bring them down. Bringing them down would mean to let myself go, I couldn't do that, couldn't even think of that.
To let go...
You told me you'd always be here but you want me to tear my walls down. You want to leave me once you get me to do as you said. You're nothing but a liar.
The election was well under way. The future president was unaware that in a month the votes would be going in his favor. All he knew was that he had to win the election. Were he not to win, the country would go into distress. He didn't know that he'd win the election, in fact he was sure that he'd lose. But he was determined.
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