The Enchanted Ones

I would be lying if I told you I had a normal life. Come to think of it, can anyone really define normal? Maybe, just maybe... normal doesn't exist and I don't have to lie. That would be hard though, because I am a compulsive liar. This is for a good reason; the world is corrupt. Every crime you can think of is no longer classed as a 'crime' because they happen so often, and the people who commit them go unpunished. There are people of higher power, but they allow this to happen, they coax people into committing horrible acts. Today's statistics show that 45% of the world has died, and by this I mean has been destroyed, literally. Along with it went humans, animals, the whole damn environment. To summarize, the world is a f****d up place and I probably am better off dead. I'm lucky I still have my family all in one piece. Even though there are five of us living in a tiny apartment with just two bedrooms, we make do. We have to. If we complain, we will be killed. I would say I'm even more lucky that both of my parents are still alive. Five years ago all men over the age of eighteen were sent to fight god knows who, this included my father and my brother Zeke. His name is pronounced Zeek, kind of like seek, but with a Z instead of the S. Makes sense right? Anyway, both my father and Zeke returned alive, but by no means well. They had severe physical and mental injuries, and, to this day, neither of them will speak about what happened. I was young, twelve to be exact, at the time of this, but old enough to understand what went on. It crushed me to see the ones I love, the men who I look upto, suffering so much. So, for those of us who are still alive, still have loved ones to hold so close to their heart and are still optimistic that one day things will be better, you are enchanted. You are part of the enchanted ones.