Changes

I'm tired, and wet. The rain is relentlessly pouring down on us, soaking through our shirts and pants. Beating through the wind, creating a muddy puddle, everywhere. Then there's a loud booming thunder, followed by terrifying lightnings. But on that exact moment, nothing matters, anymore.

As I clutched him tightly in my arms while I looked at our pursuers cold, and blank eyes, I knew for sure that we're hopeless. Surrounded, trapped and nowhere to escape, I grit my teeth, feeling frustrated and angry within myself. Because I knew, I'm aware that this will happen, but still I did it.

Then, as fast as light, memories of my life passed through my hazy mind. And just like that, I knew for sure, we're going to die.

My mind is still plague by memories, until like a slap in my face, I remember. Almost like it just happen awhile ago, the very reason, why we are here... The reason why they're here to kill us..

That happened, five months ago, in my senior's old office, I'm busy sorting his old research and documents. My senior, Pete is busy typing in his old typewriter. The noise coming from it strangely soothing and comforting. Strewn papers are scattered on the floor, while books are messily laid in the table, with written notes in every pages. Its the last week before our last monthly examination, and we our busy doing our reports. Because we have to pass it before we can take the exam, a very annoying prerequisite that students like us, need to do, every term.

"Are you sure, about our report Pete?" I suddenly, asked him.

"Yes, Cris. I think its about time someone wrote the truth about it."

I turn my eyes, at him, lowering the book that I've been reading. Curiosity, is swirling in my eyes, waiting for him to say more.

"Its time that we change things, you know. People on higher ups, don't care or maybe their blindly overlooking about things, that's why as citizens of this country, we also have a right to do what we deem is right."

"But you know, that not everyone would like to hear the truth. They only wanted to remain ignorant, and naive about everything. Because its easier that way."

Pete to my surprise, stop moving his fingers. His eyes snap into mine, and I flinched to see an overwhelming determination, mirroring deeply within him. I'm baffled by his sincerity, that I feel ashamed with my own stupidity. But still, I'm aware that he's way is not right. That it's definitely dangerous.

"I know what your thinking, my friend. Not everyone will accept my thoughts. We are only students after all. And they will only think of me as a delusional and immature brat. But not anyone is the same. I have hope. And I believe, that even one from a hundred that can read my work will accept it. That they will believe in my words, and contemplate my ideas.."

I sighed, lifting my self from the old creaky chair that I'm sitting on. And take a slow step over to him. "Not just that Pete. You should know that passing your work will give a lot of consequences and risk, that I hope you're prepare to handle. Because in our society, this kind of works will label you as a rebel."

"If the time will come that I've to die, then as a man I will take it wholeheartedly. I just hope that you don't forget me, my friend. I'll be lonely if you do.."

I almost laugh as I remembered that part. Forget my ass! As if I can. My stupid friend not just pass his report in our professor. He also, shalesssly, take the liberty to gave a copy of it to the local newspaper. The result is beyond what I'm expecting. And now, to my own horror, I'm also branded as an accomplished. About to die, with Pete, who is now unconscious on my arms.

The truth were revealed. But a lot of people, like I thought will happened, do not believed it. And now, we're here going to pay the price by letting it out. I just don't know if our sacrifices, truly worth it. I just don't know if people really deserved to know the truth.

I let out a deep sigh, regrets filling my heart. A lump stuck in my throat, while my hold to Pete tightened. I can see the armed men getting nearer, lifting their guns and pointing it directly on us..

"Look at what you've done, stupid Pete."

But I still don't know that exactly on that moment, as we face our doom, a spark already lit within a hundreds of others. They're the ones who believe Pete's words. The one's who read the truth. The ones who will going to give worth to our deaths. And the ones who are about to make a leap for new changes..