D.Y.S.T.O.P.I.A

"Open them." They tell me.

"Open your eyes," my mother pleads.

"Please, Autumn you have to open your eyes," my father begged.

I'm still lying on this bed for two weeks now without any development. I can't stand, can't feel half of my body, can't feel my heart and can't cry. I can't cry, oh God I can't cry when I want to like right now. They are asking me to open my medium of communication around the world but I won't. I just want to sulk and cry because once I opened my eyes, I know darkness is what I would be able to see. And I'm afraid to darkness.

But right now, I'm not sure if I could still avoid darkness. Because I found out I am already blind. I opened my eyes right before they asked me to only to realize I'm enveloped with darkness. Do you understand me? Can you feel my pain?

So I keep closing my eyes, shut them and I refuse to open them again. My mother, my father, I know it is so difficult for them to accept this. I'm afraid they'll throw me and lock me away in an empty room with nothing but spaces.

Spaces. Spaces. Spaces. Spaces.

"Autumn, I want you to open your eyes," he said. They know I'm awake. They must know I am because of the way I shut my eyes, so tight, so afraid, so broken.

Then tears fall freely from my good-for-nothing eyes.

I remember everything. I am not going through amnesia. Every bit of shattered pieces, I was able to glue them all together forming a concrete memory.

Kyre.Me. We are going to run away from this cruel country. From its imposed horrible laws, from the terrible officers, from the government. We wanted to be free, to make a family together away from this country. Away from the sharp, deadly eyes of everybody.

And we were ready. We've got a plan.

But the officers , they busted us. They stopped (us) me. We were already at the edge. (We) I almost succeed for our escapade. Almost.

"I love you, Autumn," were Kyre's last words. He looks at me straight in the eye and said, "But I don't want to die right now," And with that, he pushed me toward the officers. He let me go.

I trusted him. I trusted him my entire life, I did everything for us to work. But Kyre pushed me away and preffered individuality, instead.

And then, I think, revenge has never been so tempting and seductive.