I'M COMIN' HOME {avox arrives|| *North

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Tick. Tick. Tock.

The peacekeeper's watches nimble fingers moved very second I breathed. As though it was counting my life breath by breath. It was threatening, almost, if I thought about it hard enough. Like my life was put on the spot each time it clicks one second. My life is always on the spot. It's as though it will never give me a warning when it suddenly stops. When it's gears gets overlapped with something less important or when the clock breaks down to a complete halt never to work again. The purpose, my purpose, has been filled.

And that's the mystery of life. What is my purpose?

Many people will never know there purpose. They die before they can comprehend what they did to make their life spectacular. Some just don't care enough to stop themselves and ask. Or - there are the people who try and try and try to calculate the mysteries of life to form a big picture from all the puzzle pieces. Then when their time comes, they dwelled to much on knowing and didn't live to form there purpose. But those people usually aren't  lucky, they wouldn't know. That's why it's a mystery. Some people guess what theirs is. But no one will truly know. Ever. 

Me? I was so sure my life's purpose was to sit around, with my feelings bottled up inside me, counting how many sips those Capitulates took from their drinks before they shove it in him face for more. How could I be so sure? I don't know. But after being ripped away from my home and getting my rouge chopped off that was my brilliant master mind conclusion.  

We've been driving for which seemed hours in silence, obviously, to my new 'home' the men in bright white suits told me. But they should have just said my new prison cell that's bigger then the justice building back home. Wait - this is my new home. 

I feel myself being swayed back and forth, We must be pulling up in the drive way.I think, looking up for the first time since I was forced into the car. My eyes widen at the excessive building they call 'standard living' here. This is over 5 times as big as my house back in 12. These Capitulates are crazy.

The door is thrown open and a hand reaches in to grab me before I am even unbuckled. The touch of his tough hand make me cringe in fear. I don't want anyone like him touching me. But I have no power over him. I can't tell him stop. The peacekeeper drags me all the way to the door of the mansion. My breathing becomes heavy and the peacekeeper laughs.

"Don't worry, he won't hurt you..."

[/i] I feel myself relax a little in his iron grip, not even noticing his slug smile. It didn't even bother me at the moment it was a man. "- too much."[/i] The man added, laughing as my face turned whiter then it already was. That just sucked my little hope up this might not be as bad as I thought. Maybe I will get to keep care of his children? But even that didn't comfort me as I stared at the door nob so hard as though if I stared hard enough I might prevent it from opening.

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