Monday, November 28, 2011

The Beginning of The End- Chapter One


"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!" Marilyn , my younger sister, ventured into the darkness of my room, happily continuing the tune.I drowsily awake from my slumber and looked at the small figure staring right at me. In her hands she grasped a single cupcake, on top of it a candle was wedged in an oblique way. The candle light illuminated the room."Hurry blow your candle and make a wish!" Marilyn's excitement was bursting through her face as she spoke. I glanced her way, the smile placed on her face showed all of her teeth
 I snarled and without hesitation replied " I don't believe in wishes"
 "Come on brother don't be so negative!" Marilyn whined " I'll show you what to do. Close your eyes, think what you want most in the world and wish for it, then blow!" Marilyn acted out each step.
 "Okay," I whispered. Believe me if this wasn't my sister telling me to do this I would go back to sleep but since it is, how can I say no to the only person I trust. I closed my eyes and thought hard. What do I want? Why am I even doing this? It won't come true. Gosh.
 "Hurry! The candle is melting!'
 "Okay, okay," I inhaled a gust of air and with all my might blew the flame away
 "What did you wish for?" I could feel Marilyn's eyes staring at me waiting for an answer.
 "I might as well tell you, it's not going to come true anyway."
 "Hooray!" Marilyn exclaimed with her fist in the air. I took a deep breath trying to take in the wonderful silence and slowly whispered.
 "I wished things were different."


None of you understand. Your scratching your heads, asking yourself “Why waste a wish on something so unpredictable.” Let me explain.The Ruins, this is the place I call home, its on the Darkside of the planet. After World War III the nuclear bombs destroyed half the planet those who survived the destruction are forced to live in poverty and disease. Thanks to this you'd be lucky to even reach the age 18. Lucky me, having to face 18 years of torture,18 years of fighting, 18 years of unfulfilled dreams and now I'm here forced to wish on a useless candle. Many times I lay in bed waiting for my last breath, but I can't just yet. I have someone to look after, Marilyn, who now was covered in a cupcake mess. So there is my wish and well, now you know.

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