sjsprWriting

As I walked the same hallway I have strolled through my entire life, I have come to the conclusion that I’ve had enough: enough of control and enough of these same hallways and walls. In a few minutes an alarm will sound alerting it was dinnertime. Every night the same routine: walk toward the mess hall, have dinner go to sleep and then wake up to do your daily assigned tasks. Repeat until you die, that was my motto for this hell of a life. But they can say we are literally in hell. Because being this deep in the ocean is not where God intended us to be. Yes, weird that I still believe. But when there’s not much to do, religion can be a distraction. That was until the incident happened. Some events change you and when you find out your father was responsible for the entire human population or what’s left of it being stuck in this metal monster, you begin to feel a sense of rebellion. But according to our laws , all crimes are punishable by death including speaking of revolutionary ideas. I wonder if my own father would have me killed for speaking the truth? Saying what we all think and of course what we all want: to see the sun again.

Growing up without any sense of night and day was a new feat for our generation. Our parents had been outside; they had felt the wind on their face, the grass beneath their feet and seen the great wonders of the Earth. Maybe that's why they are so bitter, angry and sad all the time. They remember. They remember what it was like to live without walls around you 24/7. They remember the sun and the stars. They remember normality. Better yet they remember freedom. The same freedom my father robbed from every single person.

As I finished walking down the hall, I open the door to the mess hall and find my place with my family in the front. As we sat down, my father decides to stand up. I don’t get what’s the big deal with him and how he came to be. I was just a child, no, a newborn when our freedom was taken. Correction, I was a newborn when my father took our freedom. We also have to stand up every time he does and sing a stupid song about a war that was fought who knows when. The second in command of the sub also stands and introduces him. Why? It’s not like we see his fucking face everyday. “Stand for the President of the United State of America” he proudly and loudly says. As my father goes to the podium, I only see his face of determination. I could see the man who destroyed the world. No man should have that much power. No man should have decided the fate of the human race. Our fate was never this. Our fate was not to be in the bottom of the ocean. Our fate was not to become useless. Our fate was much more. My fate is much more than this.

to be continued...some day