Gone: A Short Story
Gone
“Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss in life is what dies inside us while we live”-Norman Cousins. I think half of me died along with him too. It has been 11 years since my dad passed away. I was brainwashed when Dedicators bought me into the city. They’d said I’d never get over his death, honestly, I didn’t. He was fighting back, from what exactly I couldn’t place. I saw my face in his full of a rare savage. He was on the ground full of agony and pain. I was weeping, crying, and begging him to come back. I could smell the terrifying scent of blood and death. “Never let them take what’s yours, never forget who you are Alexia never forget” he had said to me in an uneven tone. Before his body went limp, and I knew he was gone.
I woke up the next morning …show more content…
It was marked confidential in big red bold letters. There was no way I was not going to look inside. I opened up the file and briefly had a heart attack. There was a picture of my long dead father.
My body seemed to be on shut down mode. Under my dad’s picture in bold was the word Reidentified. I was on the verge of flooding the city with tears. My dad was alive somewhere, perhaps brainwashed, with a new identity? Why had he not come back to me yet? Does he still remember us as? Why did my mom hide this from me? I was a statue; with so many emotions I was numb. I had always let myself believe that the virus took him. But In reality, he was reidentified, without me and forgotten. Before yesterday, I had been blinded by a mask of lies. I was surrounded by questions that had no real answers. But now it was time to find some real answers.
Today was the day I busted my dad out. I made the plan last night in anger and frustration. Last night I snuck into mom’s room and “borrowed” her ID. The plan was: sneak inside dressed as dedicator using mom’s ID and get dad. So, now my plan was a go, go, go,
“Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss in life is what dies inside us while we live”-Norman Cousins. I think half of me died along with him too. It has been 11 years since my dad passed away. I was brainwashed when Dedicators bought me into the city. They’d said I’d never get over his death, honestly, I didn’t. He was fighting back, from what exactly I couldn’t place. I saw my face in his full of a rare savage. He was on the ground full of agony and pain. I was weeping, crying, and begging him to come back. I could smell the terrifying scent of blood and death. “Never let them take what’s yours, never forget who you are Alexia never forget” he had said to me in an uneven tone. Before his body went limp, and I knew he was gone.
I woke up the next morning …show more content…
It was marked confidential in big red bold letters. There was no way I was not going to look inside. I opened up the file and briefly had a heart attack. There was a picture of my long dead father.
My body seemed to be on shut down mode. Under my dad’s picture in bold was the word Reidentified. I was on the verge of flooding the city with tears. My dad was alive somewhere, perhaps brainwashed, with a new identity? Why had he not come back to me yet? Does he still remember us as? Why did my mom hide this from me? I was a statue; with so many emotions I was numb. I had always let myself believe that the virus took him. But In reality, he was reidentified, without me and forgotten. Before yesterday, I had been blinded by a mask of lies. I was surrounded by questions that had no real answers. But now it was time to find some real answers.
Today was the day I busted my dad out. I made the plan last night in anger and frustration. Last night I snuck into mom’s room and “borrowed” her ID. The plan was: sneak inside dressed as dedicator using mom’s ID and get dad. So, now my plan was a go, go, go,