>•~Falling Upwards~•<

Chapter Twenty One~ Bad Decisions

I find myself subconsciously tracing little smiley faces on the walls. Happy — I am always thinking "happy." It's better to stay positive. It's just better that way.

Subconsciously, subconsciously. Subconsciously, I turn myself away from the ideas of fire. Now I just draw little smiley faces. They are so happy. They deserve to be here, and make others happy as well!

I am cut off from my little drawings by loud stomps. Each one threatens to knock down this house. It frightens me — A flash of a memory just whiffs by. I am unable to grapple it into my own hold.

I look up at the sound. Oh, it's just April. "Oh, it's just you," I breathe out my thought.

She raises her eyebrow, "Mhm, yeah, of course it is just me. Who the Hell else is here?"

I make a small fist, and dig my nails into my skin. A lot of people. There could be a lot of people here. Some good, and some bad. That could be August — I am still working on erasing him out of my mind.

On the other hand, there could be those people. The wicked people. The ones who enjoy fire. They enjoy devastating life, and leave it to die. Even when it's possibly the only life left.

'It's because they are dying too, and thats just their way to try and deny it,' I try to explain to myself a reasonable answer.

I realize I have been ignoring April. This was unintentional. I cannot deny that it is true though. I rub my temples with my now-sore hands. Thats my way of denying that I had ignored her.

I notice the little marks my nails have on my palms. They are curvy. They are a lighter color than the rest of my flushed-out hand. A slightly white hint, or greenish in total coloring.

"Hello?" April wavers her hand over my face, "Is anyone in there?"

I shake my head. "No." Wait, no, someone is here.

Before I can fix my answer, she barks out a laugh. She cries out, "No one is there? That was not an actual question, doorknob."

I change the subject with what has stuck in my mind, "Those... Those other people could have come back."

The climate of the room changes. This dense little room just gets even more dense. The mere idea of those people shakes us. Unlawful people, who should be locked up and away from the rest of society.

There is no society, though. There is no where to put away people like them who hurt others — People like them with no right to use their weapons. They do not use them to protect. They use them to harm. Whereas, if we had what they have, then we could do more to truly protect ourselves.

Our world is divided. Even here, it lies astray. We share mutual ideas. Yet, we are apart. Why? Why are we apart? That, I don't know. Maybe because of some random shared hate towards each other.

"Oh C, what will we do?" April murmurs, as she comes to sit beside me.

As she sits, it rocks the small base of this building. That is how frail it is. We, too, are frail. We haven't eaten in... I don't even know how long. Yet again, I don't know too much. Just a tinge of a bit more than I did before.

Her mood swings quickly. That can come from hunger as well. No food, and no water. We will dry out like a raisin in the sun. April rocks back and forth through her emotions. She goes from utterly terrifying, to someone who just needs a hug.

So, that is what I do. Again, I go to hug April. I feel bad. We really don't know what to do. We only have hope... but what is hope here?

An idea crosses my mind. No, it does not hold good intentions. It holds dangerous intentions. This is a bad idea; this is a bad decision.

At least it will be for others.

It will benefit us.

That's what counts, right?

"What if we rob from others as well?" I murmur. Just saying those words lightens my ideas on it. Now it doesn't seem so horrible. So insane.

"What?" April pulls away from my embrace. She is mortified. "That would be just like what those people on horseback did to us! Then we would be no better than them! Are you insane?"

I nod, "Well, there is nothing to stop us. There is no law here. It is kill, or be killed. So we may as well just... take what we need."

April peers at me, and tries to see what my real intentions are. I just give her a warm smile. I want her to know and see just how much of a good, happy person I am! I want her to know and see just how much this will benefit us!

Her voice quakes a bit as she agrees. "I... I suppose that isn't so bad."

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A/N: Is C loosing it? Better yet — Are you C?? (Just kidding jajajajaja... or am I? (Okay, yes I actually am kidding))

Alsooo is August really dead??