Race, religion, country or even financial status, all this doesn't matter in this world. What really matters are Personalities, something that we could not choose.
Everyone on the street was always seen overwhelmed with joy. Not even a tinge of sadness could be found. True emotions were completely obliterated, superficial happiness or not, no one could ever tell.
Growing up, my parents and siblings tried to shower me with as much love as possible. Whenever I looked at a soft toy with glistening eyes, my parents would immediately see to my needs and without hesitation buy it for me. Whenever I was seen sulking at the corner of my room or crying my eyes out, they would try their best to cheer me up. Sounds like a wonderful childhood doesn't it. The only reason was because, tears were forbidden in our world, and it could get you "quarantined" – till death.
Controlled by the "Society" since forever, people were not allowed to be sad or seen with a mental illness. Those who are suspected of being depressed at a mere age of 7, or have a possibility of being depressed would immediately be sorted into ILEF, where they would be separated from LIFE and LIEF forever, never to be seen again. ILEF belonged on the other side of the wall, where things were so much different. Happiness was like a foreign and a tabooed word there. There was nothing worth living for there, nothing at all. You would be forgotten into the world of darkness, like you have never existed.
The "Society" claims to be keeping the world in order and happiness, where its aims to eradicate people whose personality was deemed undesirable. Children were torn away from parents, parents were forced to suppress their emotions and grandparents lived a life of emotions dictated till their death.
My family belonged to the category LIFE. Desperation or depression were never found in their dictionary. Always wearing a gargantuan smile wherever they go, we were recognized as the happiest pills in town. I however, was born different, and my parents knew it when I was at a mere age of 3. I was never happy, never at all. Even when I was frolicking under the sunlight with my friends and neighbours , I just could not bring myself to have fun. It just felt so wrong to me, like trying to wear a shirt of an odd size, no matter how much you try you can never squeeze into it. Nothing worked, and my parents knew it was over for me...
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FantasyAt 7 years old, I became alone. After a child's personality has developed when a child turned 7, or as what the "Society" claims to be facts, they were separated into 4 categories- life, lief, ilef and the unspoken. Being sorted into ilef was consi...
