Ijustwannaride

I'm walking so fast down the hallway I'm practically running. I feel like all the air has been sucked out of my lungs. I need oxygen. I need to go outside. I need to get away and hide. I need to forget. I don't even know where I'm going anymore. I'm so consumed in my thoughts I allow my feet to take me wherever they want, like they have a mind of their own. And maybe they do, I'm pretty sure I've lost my mind. It's not there anymore. It left me when my mother did. I am empty. A hollow human being. I've lost everything, my whole family besides my father and he doesn't even want me. Something smacks straight into my face. Hard. There's an Ump

Tavvis: There's something about simulations that never cease to scare me. I don't know if it's the fact that they tap into your brain and find your fears, or that we can control them to be whatever we want. Mind control is what scares me the most. They program and reprogram the simulations to train us, and terrorize us, to make us invincible, or break us completely. And one day I know that the simulation will break me when they push too hard, I just don't know when that will happen. I know I'm in a simulation. I can feel the harsh metal of the tracker biting into the soft flesh of my wrist. And yet it feels so real. I feel like I'm actually i