Creative Writing: Never Pure

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Never Pure
Sometimes I wake up, and just hope that everything is fake, that nothing is really real. I sit and hope that if I focus for long enough, the whole world will become a black abyss. But it never is. Nothing ever stops. Life never stops for the ones who need it the most. So some people end their life. Others continue to live, but in agony. Or they hide their emotions from the world. But one thing is certain, no one is completely happy, ever.

Chapter One: Nobody’s perfect, right? Wrong. At least, that’s what the media wants us to all think. Why else would everyone with flaws be isolated from society? To keep the rest of the population “pure”. Well, most of the population isn’t “pure” at this point since they’ll send …show more content…

A word I commonly associate this place with. Why am I even in here? I wasn’t the one to stab my best friend or light my house on fire. Well, since my mom, dad, and sister were killed by my brother, I got stuck in here too. It all happened when I was six. Then I got released around age ten. Except, my brother hated our foster family. Mostly the part that we had to live with them even though he was over the age of eighteen. So he tried to drive us all off a bridge, which failed. And that made me once again a possible threat. So I got stuck in here at age eleven and have been in this place ever since.
“Alexx, medicine.” The same monotone voice called out as every day. During my first stay here, everything was done willingly. I was so young to know that I wasn’t supposed to be here, that I didn’t belong here. I ate the food, followed curfew, stayed out of fights, made the right friends, but most importantly took the medicine. They give us anti-depressants and injections and pills to help us. The second time they brought me here, I was so depressed and tired I just gave in and took everything. The thing they didn’t know was that when my brother tried to drive us over, I kind of wanted him to succed. Part of me was so fed up with life I just almost wanted to die. Once I finally regained my strength, they struggled to get me to take the smallest dose of medicine. I vowed to not willingly take

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