Chapter 2

I walked towards my mother's room and entered her secret lab. Even though I never saw my mom, I found her secret lab using the message that I found in a small box in a crib just beside her bed and I think that was supposed to be mine. 

It was a hologram, but it feels like there's something weird in her at that time. I think she's trying to tell me something but I just can't figure it out. Every word that comes out from her seems so mysterious that I can't understand it if I won't try harder than I did. 

She's telling something about her experiment and I can find it somewhere which door is in something that I truly own. Don't tell me it's some kind of a tunnel? How the hell will my room be connected in a tunnel? I mean- I know I have a huge room but which part of it can be a door?

She didn't mentioned the exact location of it because there's a chance that someone might find that hologram but can't she at least give me a clue, a thing, or a code that only I know?

It's impossible for it to be some kind of portal because this ain't a fantasy and will never be one. Fantasy has happy ever after while this is far from that.

And it's my room, so I know every edge of it. There are no paintings in it because I don't have a thing for art, so it's obvious that that's not the door. I can't even think of a weird place in my room.

I just left to find some peace and fresh air. I can't think right when I'm pressured. I can't help but to force myself to move and find it out faster whenever I'm there and that's not right. I don't want to rush it for I might fall into their trap instead of being successful.

This world... It was just like a typical world where children play with each other and happily running outside their houses. But behind that is a rule, a rule that children can only play until they're seven years old.

Every child is required to have a training in a training area the moment they turn seven years old. But when I said train, I didn't mean battle training. They are not readying nor training our body, it's our mind that they want to control.

I have experienced that, they are measuring how much your brain can handle and how much it can tolerate. But it's not just actually simple. Many have died as a result for their brains can't handle too much pain. They're installing something in everyone's brain which I don't know, and no one will ever like to know how painful that is because pain is an understatement of how it feels like.

It's as if they are forcing something into your brain and when you can't handle it, you will die. 

Gladly, I lived. But little did they know, I fought that thing that they're installing to me. I don't know, but something is urging me to fight it. It looks like my brain knew that what they're doing is not normal. Well, it's really not normal though, everything here is not normal.

Many have lost their voices to speak themselves up and fight for our freedom. They are just letting them take over every one of us.

But the thing is, the moment those kids got out from training, they become weird. They are doing what the Vasileìa wants them to do. They seemed to be their slaves. I think they can't stand against what they want because their minds are still weak enough to fight it. 

And after that scene, I became more and more suspicious of them that made me push myself to learn how to fight, physically, mentally, and emotionally. But my question is, am I the only one who fought it or there's someone who's the same as me? Is there someone that has the same plan like mine? That's not impossible, is it?

If I managed to help myself, then I'm sure that there's someone else who survived, and I need to find whoever that is or whoever they are. But I know that it'll never be easy. It may take me a lifetime but who said that I'm gonna give up this soon? 

I tried walking in the street as other people do. They should never find out that I'm still in my normal mind, that they didn't completed their plan on me.

I should not be complacent with things because their eyes are everywhere. I can trust no one in this place. No one knows who's genuine among all of them, I mean it, literally. Because sometimes, non-human beings seem even more humane- you know what I mean, right? 

So, in this kind of nature, how will I find a person that I can trust? Where can I find a person that'll help and understand me? 

It seems like a great morning, but the people here are not used to greeting anyone just like how normal persons do.

I admit that I shun them. I kinda have no friends nor someone to help me grow that's why I'm not used to having a conversation with someone.

They are so weird, they often have no emotions on their faces or even in their eyes. I sometimes think that they're already robots but that's impossible, isn't it?

 

It's impossible, humans who their own minds. I'm right, aren't I? Or am I just making myself believe ideas that my mind is making?

I decided to go home the moment I noticed that it's already lunchtime. I don't usually eat in restaurants or in any eatery. I don't trust them.

 

It's funny that instead of technologies making life easier for everyone, it became the maker of our misery- No let me rephrase that, it's not the technologies who are making man miserable but the humans themselves, that's what I believe in life.

While walking home I accidentally bumped into someone.

"Sorry"

"Sorry" 

We said in unison that made me stop.

I faced him and I suddenly saw a glint of genuine emotion in his eyes. I stared at his eyes, making sure that I'm seeing it right but it just disappeared in an instant. I'm not hallucinating, am I? 

That emotion, that's the thing that I want to see in every people's eyes here but it seems like it's only him aside from me who has that.

"I apologize, miss, but I really need to go now," he said as he hurriedly walked away while I still can't speak, and it's already too late for me to chase him. 

I slapped myself and breathed heavily. I don't believe that I was just distracted or imagining things. I'm not dumb like other people out there that will just believe that it's all because of their imagination although they know that that's the truth. 

I don't want to hope, I know that it's hard to figure out things in this world. But what if It's him that I've been looking for?