A wind. A breeze. A stream. One hope. One way to cope. A thing never seen by human eyes. A dream swept up by a human mind. A beautiful thing that was created to impress. An object of worship, not meant to be what it is. My dream, not theirs. It sounded so good to them actually, that they wished it was theirs.
Ignorant of their gift, to much focused on others. Idiotic, that’s what I said. They didn’t believe me. Who would believe someone like me? Kid, teen, dreamer. Friend? I'm not so sure about the last one. Am I? Was I?
Perhaps I was too focused on the world and not enough on them. But whose opinion matters the most? Defiantly not mine! Can something be so weird that the people that once loved you don’t? Yes, that’s the way it seemed. Me, a cornerstone? No, the man who gave me this so-called gift.
Time seemed to have never started in my life, it seemed like it was always there. Never stopping, never beginning, but if you want to think about it deeply you will find one answer. Creative... design. Its there. But I guess it’s your choice about what you want to think. Right or wrong, we all believe so many different things. But I didn’t come here to criticize your religion. That’s not my way.
I’m sorry this terrible curse has come to you. but it did. It happened and now there is nothing you can do about it. Nothing. Life seems to be gone in the wind. One word can change a country. One word that Michel Carter could not stop from being spoke. I hated every moment of it. I was the one going to have the easy life. But in times like this, who does?
Hold on. I’m going to have to finish this faster then I was hoping. I’m sorry for this. I’m sorry for everything. For trying and failing. I need not another chance, for I would screw it up just like last time. I want to say one more thing to the world before I’m gone. I fear that soon they will find us. But remember my friends, I started out with nothing but family, God and friends. I need a predecessor, a willing friend, to continue my legacy. And I pray that this man will fare better then I.
I want you, my friend to take my place. To save what I couldn’t. To save us. To save everyone. To save yourself. And remember my friends, God still loves us.
End transmission.
Message sent: March 1, 2009.
I was there that day, staring blankly at the screen that emited the brodcast. I listened to everything that man had to say. The sound of the his voice was sweet. A kind tone that wanted to say that he loved you. Michel Carter he called himself. He had called himself that since his first patriotic appearance back at the end of 2008. I liked him. He reminded me of my family. Michel wasn’t his real name. We all knew that. We didn’t know his first name, though. Michel, he said, was just the coolest name he had ever heard. And in times like this one could, and had the right, to change ones name if he pleased. I’m not really here to tell you about his story. Allthough, his ties into ours so much that it would be a very difficult task to separate them completely.
My friend told me to sit down and write this. He said that one-day the world would want to know what went done here. He was apparently quoting some movie that I never saw. I trusted him about this writing thing. I told him there was more likely better thing’s to do with my time. He told me to trust him and went on his way. I wouldn’t see him for a while, four months to be exact. Four other men went with him, four of my best friends. I would miss them, but they had a job to do. So did I; I had to try to survive.
Sincerely, A friend
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