1. A World Without Love or Death
I stare into his eyes. I see a dark brown, vivid and clear. I see his hair. Dark brown with tiny hints of blonde. His nose a perfect peek. His lips are pink and light. The upper lip stretching slightly thinner than the bottom. His shoulders broad and thick as a board. His muscles in his arms are like small hills that keep rolling. His chest is buff as if he does a thousand pushups a day. His abs, oh his abs. A six pack of perfectly firm abs. His legs are bold.
Then I see no more of him and I realize it’s 6:30am and my alarm is beeping.
I then get out of bed and put on my clothes I had lain out the night before. A pink blouse with white flowers on it and jean shorts that have purposely made tears in the denham. I then put on a regular pair of black flats. I put my secret heart charm in my back left pocket making sure it doesn’t bulge.
If I was ever caught with anything dealing with hearts, or anything “love related” for that matter, I would be sent to the Shackles.
The Shackles are where all of the Disobedients go. I hear they chain their hand to the ceiling and just leave them there until their arms break. Then once their arms break they are given medical attention, a little bit of food, and the process starts all over again.
I don’t know why I risk it. I also don’t know why that risk exists. Why is love frowned upon? The Governs say it’s because love rots your brain and you lose control. You go crazy is what they say.
I’ve only seen this happen in-person once. A 19 year old girl named Cara was once caught on the outskirts of town with a 20 year old boy named Brax. They were caught kissing. Policers took Cara and Brax to the center of town. They tied Cara up to a poll and gagged her. They whipped her legs and arms repeatedly. Brax tried to break free to help Cara, but the Policers were too quick. They broke his right arm and then held him at gunpoint. They said he had a choice. A world without love or death? Then I heard a bang.
Nobody screamed. I think everyone knew that if they did, they would be given the choice as well.
The Policers took Cara to the Shackles and nobody ever saw her again.
I remember thinking of that choice later that day. A world without love or death? I still haven’t made my choice.