The Letter : Vignette
One day you wake up and it’s all around you. There and ready to kill you like poison, eating you alive. Slowly but surely ending you, the only question is when?
Bad for the people around you, experts say. Psychologists say it’s not healthy and spend their whole lives studying the effect on people.
Follow me, join me, Hitler commands.
Don’t do it, you will feel miserable the rest of your life, my neighbor says this and he believes it. He doesn’t hate anyone though, he’s uneducated anyways.
That’s right, his wife adds, trying her best to chime in. She’s his annoying little side-kick, she’d do whatever he told her to, so dependent, so sad.
But most important, hatred because of religion and race is wrong, says their 20 something year old son. Surprised he hasn’t been recruited yet.
You shouldn’t go around killing people and supporting him, he tells me. You’d think he’s trying to get himself shot, talking badly about Hitler.
Hate blossoms when you are insecure, but dies when you feel safe, the father states. I’m losing my temper with these incompetent wastes of space and resources.
One day you’ll realize what you’re doing, and realize how wrong you are, the son tells me. He’s crazy, why should I listen to him anyways? He’s going to get himself killed if he’s not careful. I might be the one to do it.
Once you’re too deep in to stop is when you are really going to have a problem, the dad explains. You are going to become possessed, brain washed, and a slave to injustice. Don’t do it, don’t follow.
I AM JUST TRYING TO STAY ALIVE, I break my silence. What do any of you know about survival? NOTHING. You are here lecturing me over an opportunity that if I turn down I won’t keep my life for much longer. These people are ruthless, and I am going to become one of them if you pin-brained people would STOP TALKING, I snapped.
The mother seems scared, when is she not. Too fragile and helpless for this world.
She shows me to the door. I exit trying to show how much respect I have left for these people, it’s close to none.
I return to my bed and pull out the letter. “Loyalty is my honor” written on the envelope. They want me, I’m one of the best. Who am I to turn down that opportunity?
Bad for the people around you, experts say. Psychologists say it’s not healthy and spend their whole lives studying the effect on people.
Follow me, join me, Hitler commands.
Don’t do it, you will feel miserable the rest of your life, my neighbor says this and he believes it. He doesn’t hate anyone though, he’s uneducated anyways.
That’s right, his wife adds, trying her best to chime in. She’s his annoying little side-kick, she’d do whatever he told her to, so dependent, so sad.
But most important, hatred because of religion and race is wrong, says their 20 something year old son. Surprised he hasn’t been recruited yet.
You shouldn’t go around killing people and supporting him, he tells me. You’d think he’s trying to get himself shot, talking badly about Hitler.
Hate blossoms when you are insecure, but dies when you feel safe, the father states. I’m losing my temper with these incompetent wastes of space and resources.
One day you’ll realize what you’re doing, and realize how wrong you are, the son tells me. He’s crazy, why should I listen to him anyways? He’s going to get himself killed if he’s not careful. I might be the one to do it.
Once you’re too deep in to stop is when you are really going to have a problem, the dad explains. You are going to become possessed, brain washed, and a slave to injustice. Don’t do it, don’t follow.
I AM JUST TRYING TO STAY ALIVE, I break my silence. What do any of you know about survival? NOTHING. You are here lecturing me over an opportunity that if I turn down I won’t keep my life for much longer. These people are ruthless, and I am going to become one of them if you pin-brained people would STOP TALKING, I snapped.
The mother seems scared, when is she not. Too fragile and helpless for this world.
She shows me to the door. I exit trying to show how much respect I have left for these people, it’s close to none.
I return to my bed and pull out the letter. “Loyalty is my honor” written on the envelope. They want me, I’m one of the best. Who am I to turn down that opportunity?