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Divine Intervention |
| Written by Sorrow Is My Mask | |
| Thursday, 19 June 2008 | |
Divine Intervention
I slugglishly arose out of bed. It was early morning and the sun was still absent. I looked at the alrarm clock with apathy. This day was just like any other, again being awakened to the nearby sound of gunfire. When it first started my nervousness always set in. I was always afraid the shots would come through the window. But that was years ago and the cracking guns were just a part of daily life. By now, I was long used to them. Looking again at the clock I realized I had an hour to get ready for work. More than enough time. Walking through my pathetically small apartment I quickly approached the bathroom in what seemed like seconds. Showers were also a part of daily life. But at least the showers were still normal human routines. It must have been very humid outside because I could feel the stale disgusting air in the apartment. Just walking to the bathroom made my body sweat.
After wiping the sweat off my forehead I was impatient to get into the shower. I needed to cool off somehow. Taking off my clothes felt like peeling skin, everything was just stuck tight. But finally I managed to get into the shower. I lifted a tired hand to turn the knob to release the cool water. It felt so relieving when it hit the skin. But I knew I only had fifteen minutes to bathe. In the past, the government spent years arguing about the water resources this country had left. So recently, they came up with a brilliant plan to only allow fifteen minutes of water usage every hour in the common household. Fifteen minutes wasn't very long but in my case it was more than enough. Besides, I remembered watching the news two nights ago. It showed government police carrying a human in a bodybag. Apparently the consequence of using more than fifteen minutes was death. If you did such a thing they would kick down your door, invade your home, and shoot you dead. Now of course this punishment seemed harsh, but the government said it was the only way people would obey.
But nowadays penalties enforced by death were common. This place was on its way to hell. And everyone knew it. But the government did whatever it could to preserve the dreadful planet. They did their job well. But treating their citizens was not a job well done. They used fear and strength to overpower their citizens.
They controled us so well, educating about religion, the planet, our rights, our freedom. But it was all bullshit. They didn't mean any of it. They weren't out to help us, to make our lives better. They were just out for themselves. But it seemed like I was the only one who understood this. Most everyone I know defends this corrupt government. I can't believe they lower themselves to such a level as that. But what can I do? I can't control people's lives. I can't tell them what to do or how to do it. I guess they just defended the government because of their huge fear for the government. They feared talking against the police would mean death by the police. Which was true. But maybe if one day we, civilians, all stood together. If we made a stand against this government. Then perhaps, well maybe we could fix things for the better. But unfortunately that was just my foolish dream. A dream that was buried in the dirt a very long time ago. This government was here to stay.
I put on my clothes for the day and set out of the building I called a home. It was dreadfully hot outside, like I had feared. I stopped and looked up at the sky. The sun was already up and it was doing its job. But there were no clouds in sight. Just dust and much pollution. I guess thats what happens when you have 50 million smokestacks pouring gas into the air. Every single day, just tons of pullution being skyrocketed into the environment. What a healthy thing to think about. I chuckled to myself. The government controlled our water usage, yet they pumped pollution into the sky. For some reason that just didn't make the slightest sense to me. But the longer I gazed at the disgusting sky the later I would be for work. So I continued on my way, stepping over the homeless and the dead. I would have liked to drive to work like people had done so in the past. But now, that was impossible. Only few people had cars that were functionable. The government began wiping them out because of the limitations of fuel. Now, only the rich and the corrupt were able to drive. It figured, only the worst souls got the best of things. This life never ceases to dissapoint me.
I was starting to get a bit uncomfortable the closer I got to my destination. I couldn't believe the level of humidity for the time of the day. It seemed like everyday it got hotter and hotter. That couldn't be a good thing. Maybe one day we'll just all burn to death. I approached the police barracks. It was bombarded with machine guns, barbed wire, and many propoganda signs. I hated this part of my walk. I could smell the stench of evil in the air. I walked by the first set of pillboxes. Somewhere deep inside all that metal there was a lone man sitting behind a big gun, with his finger awaiting by the trigger. Just waiting there, for maybe a civilian resistance. It was funny, the signs were all here. The pillboxes, all the guns pointing out towards us. The police were always ready for an attack from us. And I wondered what did the rest of my kind see in that. Why would the police who were supposedly protecting us have so much firepower pointed in our faces? I guess the rest of the public was too brainwashed to understand. After the pillboxes there were always men posted with their black boots fused in to the concrete sidewalks. They never moved an inch. They just stood like statues waiting for any kind of order from above. They were dressed to drill the fear into us all. With their dark helmets, thick bulletproof vests, automatic rifles on their sholders, all these things were there to threaten. They even had a gasmask attached to their side. But in all honesty, they did scare me. But it wasn't their guns and their armor suits. It was who they were inside of all that. These government soldiers were not human anymore. They were posessed. They didnt know the borderline between right and wrong. That went all out the window for them the first day they put on that gasmask.
As I walked by them only their eyes moved with me. Almost like they didn't trust me. Like they were ready for me to attack. Perhaps, maybe they were hoping I would. So they could push their triggers. Then they could go to their superiors and tell them of another job well done. And there I would be, dead on the sidewalk. But I didn't have the balls to riot by myself. Many times I thought about it, but by myself I realized I would get nowhere. The only place I would get fast would be death. And I wasn't ready for that entirely yet. As bad as this earth was, as bad as the people were in it, I still clung to hope. That maybe someday I would wake up and all the impurity would be wiped away.
I arrived at work with five minutes to spare. I made my way up through the floors in an elevator. I worked at a lab. My job was to observe specimens. But my specimens aren't monkeys or rats. They are humans. You see, another tragedy in this country was disease. Every year new diseases are born and every year many people die from illness. My job is to observe the infected and give my results to my superiors. Then my superiors work on trying to find cures. But sometimes my workplace, this building, seems like a facade. Sometimes I really don't think anybody here really is trying to find a cure. Nothing ever seems to get cured. But this is the only place I have. The only place I can earn money. The only way I can keep living. If I were to quit, then it would be starving out on the street or joining the government police. Those weren't options I wanted to choose between. I'd rather stay here and at least hope I'm doing something for the greater good.
I grabbed my lab coat and fit myself into it. I hated wearing it. I felt like some sick mad scientist. But the coat was required. I grabbed my and laptop. Just like any other day I walked towards the holding cells. In these cells were where the infected patients were held. Into big glass cages they were harvested. They looked like helpless animals with their freedoms evoked. Many times I thought about releasing them all. But if I were to do such a thing I would surely be killed. I began my walk to the holding cells when suddenly I found myself lying on the floor. What had just happened? I picked myself up and took a look around. All the papers, lab supplies, it was all thrown around. It must have been an earthquake. But then again the shaking came and from outside I could hear sirens going off. It was the loudest sound. I always hated those sirens. The noise made it always sound like death was approaching. But I realized I needed to get myself out of this building before it collapsed. Everybody else was gone, my fellow employees must have all escaped. I figured I must have been knocked out for awhile. I dashed down the flights of stairs, for what seemed like forever. As I came to the sliding glass door that led to the outside I was immediately frightened at the scenery before me.
There were dead bodies everywhere. Military police were going berserk just killing everyone in their path. They must have thought the civilians were causing all of this. Machine guns were emptying their clips endlessly, gas masks were evident on all of the soldiers faces. I quickly made my dash across the street, praying no bullets would find their way into me. I took another look up to the sky and it didn't look at all normal. There was a very bright light emerging from the dusty polluted clouds. I couldn't make out the shape or form of it. The light was just too bright. And then I began to hear even more terrifying sounds. But this time they were coming from the light. Not much later the police spotted the light. By now, it was almost entirely down upon us. Immediately machine guns were pointed at the light, burrying their rounds deep into it. But it was no use. The light kept coming. I didn't know what exactly the light was. It could have been some kind of devine power from up above. But whatever it was it was horrific. Everything it touched was eradicated, completely blown away. I began to realize that maybe this was truly the end of the world I knew.
I was completely covered with rubble in my hiding spot. I had the perfect view of the chaotic mess. Somewhere close to me I began to hear a voice. Like a girl's voice. I looked to my right and I could see her. She was one of the women I worked with. Probably the only reason I remembered her at a time like this was because she was so pretty. But she looked at me with tears in her eyes and her hands were tightly gripped around her necklace. It was a cross that she was holding onto. She began mumbling prayers that I weren't familiar with and I looked at her and said, "It's going to be alright." My eyes became blinded as the white lights moved in closer. The pretty girl reached out to my hand and said, "I know everything will be alright. We're going to heaven now." Copyright 2008 Sorrow Is My Mask |
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