Secrets Keep Us Safe ((Private))

I grin happily as the two girls sign their names. Thanks to The Highers' upid rules on purity, legitimacy, holiness, and proper blood lines, the amount of children who live past age three are very low. Then more still are killed by the hunger, thirst, heat, freeze, wild animals, or simply other humans who've begun going mad. So now, before me, there are hardly twenty people including myself. It'd seemed as though there had been so many more while giving my speech... Hundreds, even. But now as I look at the gaps and space between each one person and the next, I can feel my heart sink.

Would we truly be able to do this? Even if each teen here today signs this paper, the Highers would still out-man and out-weapon us... Is this a fruitless effort? Is there even a point in giving any of these hopeful-minded yet terrified people like myself the sense of false hope and insincere security we've all regretfully been exposed to all these years?

Well, there it is. My answer is simple.

I look out at the many yet few people gathered, finding my voice, strength, and faith once more as I speak up, "I will not be one to lose my voice! No, I will not neglect my strength! I refuse to abandon my faith! Its now that we all must stick together! Protect one another to assure our victory! And I'll tell you now, that we're already halfway there if you can believe it! Because if we can't believe in ourselves, we've already lost! Even if no one else signs this paper, I promise you we will be free! It won't be today,and it won't be tomorrow, but no matter what, it will happen!" I grin widely, throwing my fist into the air as I'd gotten myself excited.

Once more I look out at all the people, seeing them as few as they really are... Though, the strength within them all makes the entire echoing area seem full. Maybe someday it can be.

Ooc: ugh... I wrote all that on mobile...
My first post was also written on mobile xP

Any who... I'm incredibly tired, sooo... I'll talk to you ladehs tomorrow~ loves yous!

OOC: To me it's easier for an RP like this to do first person :P

IC: I grin happily, looking at the faces of the two girls who'd signed. We'll be underestimated... Oh, it'll be hell. "But we can survive." I mutter to myself before raising my head to shout, "WE WILL SURVIVE!"

Many of the other teens simply look upon us with pity, now. Their minds must simply be reeling with thoughts and images their minds create to show how we will fail. No doubt that in their minds, we will be crushed and killed. But that's them. And we're us. No matter what The Highers or this wretched Earth throw at us, we will succeed!

I smack a smile upon my face and look out to each person in turn, once more. "Well, then. If only two are brave enough to join me on this journey, I suppose I'll then be off. But just know, we will not stop in our endeavour until human kind has been saved! We will fight not only for ourselves, but for all of you as well who're too afraid to fight for your own lives. We'll fight for the future generations. We'll fight for the restful peace of the past. We'll fight to show the Adults that we know how to survive, we know how it should be. We'll fight for freedom, to resurrect the way life should be!"

And, with the finality spread through my voice, the air fills with quiet mutters along with the sparse words of praise or luck. The thinly covered area becomes even more scattered as people begin walking off. I then make my way to the two girls who'd signed my paper, to properly introduce myself.

I smile faintly to the two girls, "I'm Nahrin." I glance at the girl who seems to have a look of doubt flash in her eye, if only for a moment. "And you are?" I ask curiously. I don't want these girls to think that I'm some hard a*s, but at the same time I don't want them to find me weak... How the hell am I supposed to pull that off, being who I am?!

I smile halfly to the two, nodding to Sumiko as I make a mental note to do my absolute best to remember her name... I then nod to Leah, "And we will. Even if it's only we three, I'm positive we'll be able to make it out of this alive. And I meant every word I said up there, we will go down as the girls who saved everyone... And whether those others believe in us or not, it doesn't matter. You two had the guts and willpower to walk up there when no one else would, and you signed my paper. No matter how much in the way of guts you think I have, I envy the two of you far more."

I smile and reach my hands up to stretch, wincing slightly at a pain in my back that I then try to play off as I then nod toward the sky, "However, it's getting late. I'll contact the two of you when I get some sort of information to go a bit farther." I then pull out two cards, on which is printed an address in calligraphic writing. "If either of you hear anything that pertains to The Highers, or if you simply have any news that may be of interest to our goal, go to that address and pin that card to the bulletin board." I hand them each a card, having the opposite side facing up which shows the drawn photo of a butterfly. "We each need to check the board every day. If we see this butterfly, then we'll meet here at the moon's high that night, understand?"

I smile after the two as I turn in the opposite direction and begin to my own home. Er, well.. Not so much a home as an old vehicle. I believe I once heard Dad called it a "semi-truck". Well, whatever it's called, it has a huge back which once was enough to house my two parents, myself, and my younger sister. However, since our Mom died it's been just Leila and I. Our safe haven while toughing it out against Dad. I'm honestly immensely grateful that not many people know who the Highers are... For if they did, they'd know that my Father is one of them. That's how I know some of the things I do. I've listened to him in his drunken rambles when he believes Mom's still there; he tells her all about what The Highers are planning, and what their next move may be. Last I heard they were all planning to run down the few light poles which still stand and serve as announcement postings. They only want the "sovereign folk" to be allowed communication any way but verbally.

As I approach the white and faded blue cargo-holding, I hear Leila's screams. My eyes go wide and I run as fast as I can to the back where I grab the knotted cloth and pull it up. What I see within simply breaks my heart, as it does each day. Before me stands my father, pinning my 12 year old sister against the wall with a knife to her cheek. Blood trickles from her right shoulder to the floor, her dark black hair held tightly within our father's grasp, her green eyes glossy from tears waiting to be shed as those which stain her face. "Nah..Rin..." She says, obviously out of breath. It's then I notice the forming hand-shaped bruise across her throat, and the sickeningly pleased yellow-toothed grin upon my father's face. His pale skin seems even more so by the thick dark beard grown to the length of his chest, grey hairs sticking out like hay in a stack of needles. His Caribbean blue eyes twinkling with the excitement he gains only from abusing one or both of his daughters.

My eyebrows knit together in a frown as the corners of my lips pull down. I jump upon the bed of the semi and run at my father, pushing him away from Leila with all my strength.

Leila's eyes go wide as she watches me push our father off of her small frame. He simply looks up at me with that same hatred-filled glare he always gives me.. He reaches up and cuts my arm with the knife, making me wince in pain but I don't do anything to stop it. I glance at Leila out the corner of my eye and silently beg her to run. This is how it goes every night. I stop him from hurting Leila, I make her run, then he attacks me.

Yep... This is who our world is in the hands of. The 49 year old man pinning me to the floor while he attacks me with a knife, slicing down my pale skin teasingly slow as he stares into my blue eyes which I inherited from him. I don't dare show him fear, for if I did, he would make my "punishment" about ten times worse. I just close my eyes tightly, begging silently for this all to be over as his calloused hands grip at and pull my matted brown hair, dragging me down toward the makeshift beds. He throws me down onto one, my back hitting the hard metal through the three blankets made to simulate a mattress. Again, I don't dare open my eyes. I hear him now shouting profanities at me, but I don't retaliate. I feel the entire metal container tremble with the force of his receding footsteps, and my eyes finally open. A tear rolls down my cheek as I shakily sit up, then pull myself to my feet. I look down at myself and notice how my already shabby clothes are now cut apart and stained with blood from the many wounds inflicted by my father.

I reach up to wipe away a few more tears, just as Leila jumps in and runs to me, wrapping her thin arms around my waist as she buries her face against my chest, "I'm sorry, Nahrin..." She says, her squeaking and breaking voice telling me that the little angel before me is crying. I force a small smile onto my face as I shake my head and hug her back, stroking her hair gently, "You don't need to apologize, little one... It's not your fault at all."