Fight Against All Odds
Chapter 1
Time: July 2013
Location: Orlando, Florida
I don't know if you guys have been to Florida in July, but it is freakin HOT.
You can call me Grace, and right now you shall see me as the anime-loving, music-obsessed scene kid I was.
Well I don't like labels so lets stick with Grace.
Anyways, I've got a bit of a story to tell so I'll just shut up.
Your perfect world is gonna be gone soon kid.
The hot Florida sun beat down on my back as I walked my dog to the end of my neighborhood.
I could barely breathe out of excitement. Today was going to be my first freaking Warped Tour. At fifteen years old my parents finally agreed I was old enough.
I thought of all the bands I'd be seeing. Falling in Reverse, Blood on the Dance Floor, Pierce the Veil, Of Mice and Men...
Black Veil Brides.
I had never seen Black Veil Brides perform live. I had listened to them since forever but apparently my parents thought they were a bad influence and didn't want me to listen to them. This year I had convinced them, finally. I was going to see them perform,
Once my dog, a large yellow labrador named Max, was tired I walked inside of my house.
I ran up to my room to get ready.
As I went over to close my window I looked outside and saw a group of people dressed in dull, gray clothing.
Ugh that stupid political party, they called themselves "America's right path to justice" or something like that. I didn't pay attention to politics much, but it seemed as if they wanted to turn the U.S. into a scary place. I didn't like the sound of them, but they had many followers and had quite a few members elected into office. It was astonishing considering the fact they had only been around a half a year.
As I teased my hair I heard a knock come from the front door.
"Coming!" My mother's voice yelled as she let the visiters into our house.
Intrigued, I strained to hear what was going on.
"By order of the U.S. government, you are to hand over your children and surrender yourself," a robot-like voice declared.
"What the fuck?" My mom said, her voice sounding confused.
What the fuck was happening? Is this a joke.
I heard my mom scream suddenly. Fear filled my heart. I then heard a man give a strangled cry, my dad.
"What's happening you bastards! What did I do?" My dad's voice yelled.
"Ma'am I'm going to need you to get your daughter and bring her downstairs," the robotic voice said, calmly.
I heard the shuffling of feet as my mom walked to my room. I was scared out of my mind.
"Mom? What's happening?" I said scared.
"Shh just come on," my mom cried while tears filled her eyes.
We walked over to the living room amd I saw the nightmare.
Several tall men in gray clothing, two holding down my dad. My dad's white shirt was red with blood.
"Dad!" I screamed before my mom's hand clamped over my mouth.
"Mrs. Christopher, Grace, sit down please," said a man who stepped out from the shadows, "I am Dr. Good."
My mother and I sat in silence as he continued.
"I am the leader of your district in what shall be known as a "better America"," he began, "you may have heard of us as our motto "the true path to Justice".
"Anyways we are finally beginning our plan to cleanse America of its distasteful, rebellious population and form a democracy of people who share the same ideals."
None of what he was saying made sense to me.
"We cannot cleanse people of their intolerable thoughts mentally without this," he continued pulling out a needle with some sort of drug in it. He then motioned to the people he was with and some came towards us. They passed me and held onto my mom, holding her down. She kicked and stuggled but it was no use.
"If you stop struggling it will hurt less," Dr. Good smiled as he injected my mom with the drug. I was too stunned to think.
My dad was being injected too by some people across the room.
"Unfortunatly the drug only works on those older than 18. Because you are a child, you will have a new family to teach youyou how to live until the good day comes when you shall be in your parents place," Dr. Good stated smiling. He then motioned at me to look at my parents, who had a blank look in their eyes. "Isn't it beautiful, this better future?" He sighed.
When I didn't answer he instructed me to go pack some belongings, only what was necesary. I was also instructed to turn over all electronics I owned. He told me not to pack clothing because it would be provided.
I walked to my room, shocked. I couldn't think straight and no emotion came from me. I absentmindedly threw my hairbrush and some makeup into a backback and found my ipod, cellphone, and laptop.
I could give up my cellphone and laptop, but not my ipod. My ipod was my life. I rumaged through my room until I found a charger for it and shoved it in a secret pocket of my backpack.
I then walked back to the living room and handed over my cellphone and laptop. Dr. Good then motioned me to give him my backpack. He pulled out the makeup and threw it to the floor. Finding nothing else he said,"Makeup is distasteful," and closed my backpack.
I then felt myself being lifted up. I was carried out of the house and shoved into a gray van.
I was completly alone.
Suddenly I felt all of my emotions, fear, and despair, return. I let out a long scream and layed down in the van, crying.
It had only just begun.
Location: Orlando, Florida
I don't know if you guys have been to Florida in July, but it is freakin HOT.
You can call me Grace, and right now you shall see me as the anime-loving, music-obsessed scene kid I was.
Well I don't like labels so lets stick with Grace.
Anyways, I've got a bit of a story to tell so I'll just shut up.
Your perfect world is gonna be gone soon kid.
The hot Florida sun beat down on my back as I walked my dog to the end of my neighborhood.
I could barely breathe out of excitement. Today was going to be my first freaking Warped Tour. At fifteen years old my parents finally agreed I was old enough.
I thought of all the bands I'd be seeing. Falling in Reverse, Blood on the Dance Floor, Pierce the Veil, Of Mice and Men...
Black Veil Brides.
I had never seen Black Veil Brides perform live. I had listened to them since forever but apparently my parents thought they were a bad influence and didn't want me to listen to them. This year I had convinced them, finally. I was going to see them perform,
Once my dog, a large yellow labrador named Max, was tired I walked inside of my house.
I ran up to my room to get ready.
As I went over to close my window I looked outside and saw a group of people dressed in dull, gray clothing.
Ugh that stupid political party, they called themselves "America's right path to justice" or something like that. I didn't pay attention to politics much, but it seemed as if they wanted to turn the U.S. into a scary place. I didn't like the sound of them, but they had many followers and had quite a few members elected into office. It was astonishing considering the fact they had only been around a half a year.
As I teased my hair I heard a knock come from the front door.
"Coming!" My mother's voice yelled as she let the visiters into our house.
Intrigued, I strained to hear what was going on.
"By order of the U.S. government, you are to hand over your children and surrender yourself," a robot-like voice declared.
"What the fuck?" My mom said, her voice sounding confused.
What the fuck was happening? Is this a joke.
I heard my mom scream suddenly. Fear filled my heart. I then heard a man give a strangled cry, my dad.
"What's happening you bastards! What did I do?" My dad's voice yelled.
"Ma'am I'm going to need you to get your daughter and bring her downstairs," the robotic voice said, calmly.
I heard the shuffling of feet as my mom walked to my room. I was scared out of my mind.
"Mom? What's happening?" I said scared.
"Shh just come on," my mom cried while tears filled her eyes.
We walked over to the living room amd I saw the nightmare.
Several tall men in gray clothing, two holding down my dad. My dad's white shirt was red with blood.
"Dad!" I screamed before my mom's hand clamped over my mouth.
"Mrs. Christopher, Grace, sit down please," said a man who stepped out from the shadows, "I am Dr. Good."
My mother and I sat in silence as he continued.
"I am the leader of your district in what shall be known as a "better America"," he began, "you may have heard of us as our motto "the true path to Justice".
"Anyways we are finally beginning our plan to cleanse America of its distasteful, rebellious population and form a democracy of people who share the same ideals."
None of what he was saying made sense to me.
"We cannot cleanse people of their intolerable thoughts mentally without this," he continued pulling out a needle with some sort of drug in it. He then motioned to the people he was with and some came towards us. They passed me and held onto my mom, holding her down. She kicked and stuggled but it was no use.
"If you stop struggling it will hurt less," Dr. Good smiled as he injected my mom with the drug. I was too stunned to think.
My dad was being injected too by some people across the room.
"Unfortunatly the drug only works on those older than 18. Because you are a child, you will have a new family to teach youyou how to live until the good day comes when you shall be in your parents place," Dr. Good stated smiling. He then motioned at me to look at my parents, who had a blank look in their eyes. "Isn't it beautiful, this better future?" He sighed.
When I didn't answer he instructed me to go pack some belongings, only what was necesary. I was also instructed to turn over all electronics I owned. He told me not to pack clothing because it would be provided.
I walked to my room, shocked. I couldn't think straight and no emotion came from me. I absentmindedly threw my hairbrush and some makeup into a backback and found my ipod, cellphone, and laptop.
I could give up my cellphone and laptop, but not my ipod. My ipod was my life. I rumaged through my room until I found a charger for it and shoved it in a secret pocket of my backpack.
I then walked back to the living room and handed over my cellphone and laptop. Dr. Good then motioned me to give him my backpack. He pulled out the makeup and threw it to the floor. Finding nothing else he said,"Makeup is distasteful," and closed my backpack.
I then felt myself being lifted up. I was carried out of the house and shoved into a gray van.
I was completly alone.
Suddenly I felt all of my emotions, fear, and despair, return. I let out a long scream and layed down in the van, crying.
It had only just begun.
I love the story but it really triggered my emotions
4/23/13