Two Ways.
The land was barren, the sky was black. Jonas was all alone in this deserted place.
"NOO!" He yelled, tears dripping down his face. "Why...?" He whipered, weakly to himself.
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The land was barren, the sky was black. Dakota was the only one here for all she could see. She smiled, and let herself fall to the floor, taking up all the space she needed to enjoy the breeze
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Jonas woke up with a start, listening to the sounds of the night echo through his home. He touched his face, feeling the ice-cold drop of a tear,Why... The same phrase echoed through his head and lonely heart. All he had ever known was loneliness. All this city had ever known was loneliness, and after everyday in this deserted city, he would have to suffer the same, lonely, dream. His alarm clock started beeping, slowly getting louder. Jonas started to reach over to shut the annoying beeping off, but decided against it. I don't care. It's not like anybody else would hear it. He got up, dressed, and got ready for the treacherous day ahead.
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It was breakfast time, and once again, Dakota was eating with all the city's citizens, packed in a large, long room. All she could think about was her dream. The dream of being the only one, of not having to share anything. Not having to care about anyone other than herself. She sighed contentedly. Happy, since she knew that the same dream would be returning, but in real life instead.
"Dakota? It's time!" The head of the city, Pierre, called her over. It was time for her to leave. Every year, the city had to release one child under 18. Dakota was the top choice for the sacrifice. She was fit and can fend for herself. She had waited for this moment. The chance, to have her own life, not having to care for others. She took her map, tried to decipher what she was destined to do, and exited the city.
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Every year, the empty city throws out one person. They choose the person that fits the criteria, someone fit. Someone who can fend for themselves, who is independent. Of the 20 or so people living in this place, they chose me. Great. I hafta isolate myself even more.
They give the 'Chosen One' a map, it has directions, survival tips, and tells you what exit to go to. The only thing is, is that it's hand written. Great, Jonas thought, as he looked at the packet, I can't even read the first word.
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It's been a week. Jonas and Dakota have been walking for miles, but what they didn't know, was that both of them had gone out the wrong exit. The chance for them to meet, was long gone. They will never know that the mere mistake of reading the Exit 6 as a different exit, cost them the love of their lives.
Smile.
We went through many things, pushed away all the negative feelings, the negative memories away for a happy friendship. Everything was happy, from the time we introduced ourselves, to the time she quit the lessons. By then, there was only broken hearts. Of course, our other friends were sad, too. But there we were, the two of us. Embracing each-other, tear-stained faces. Everything that had started with the lessons, was gone. Nothing. Friendship? Lost.
I moved. We were no longer in the same school. No longer living in the same neighborhood. No longer the same people as we were before...We started anew, with our own lives. I don’t know if she felt the same pain I did, which occurred whenever I heard her name called out or spoken. I hope not. I wouldn’t want her to feel pain.
Years had past. Personalities had changed. Faces, grown. No longer were we the smiley, kiddy, little girls we had been. Fooling around during the lessons, smirking when the other was called out. Now, we knew pain. Of course, we had been through different kinds of pain. Her, the rigorous training of martial arts, and probably emotional pain too. Me, emotional pain, many different kinds of it.
We forgot everything. Our surroundings, the people surrounding us, when we stood there. Staring. Who is that girl staring at me? The thought shot through both of our minds. She looks so... familiar, but so different at the same time.
The next thing we knew, we were clinging to each other, as if clinging for life. We forgot all the pain we have been put through. Happiness and joy surged through our bodies. We whispered each-other’s name, over and over. Doors were slammed, as we were in a professional setting, be we didn’t care.
There we were. Happy. Talking, as if the years since we last met were mere months. Oh what the smile of a friend could do to you.
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Disclaimer: This is based on a true story, based on. So not completely true, somethings might have been exaggerated...
