Thought

A Story by LitlSistr420

A girl named Rose lives in a peaceful community, and lives a happy life. The only rule is to not go near the border. (Chapter 1)

The morning sun shone through my window as I awoke to yet another day. I was excited for this day as I would be seeing my Grandfather ,Louie, after I had finished the school day. While I thought about the day to come, I got dressed in my new bright blue dress, which I had been planning to wear. I swooped down the stairs, and was about to walk out the door, but mother stopped me.

"Rose!" she said. Although I wanted to continue out the door, I stopped to listen because I knew mother was wise. "Don't forget your breakfast! Your father walked all the way to the border to get you your favorite, Blueberries!" mother announced.

"Yay! Thank you father" I said excitedly. I couldn't remember the last time I had eaten blueberries. I excitedly bit into them, and the sweet juice from the blueberries danced all over my taste buds, and I was assured this day would be great!

After finishing up my last blueberry, I rushed out the door and was filled with excitement as I scurried into my school building. Today, we would be learning about our community. Of course I already knew all about this topic, but I am somehow still intrigued by it. Mrs. Lawrence begun by reminding us of our community's number one rule. Don't go to the border.

There wasn't a good reason for this rule. We all just are told this rule as children, so we follow it. Additionally, the one person to ever touch the border suffered an awful brain disease. They can no longer move or speak. They simply lie there. Sadly, this one person to ever touch the border was my grandfather, Louie.

Lunch came along, and I sat down at the lunch table with my best friend, Mackenzie. "Ugh, I'm so tired of that topic, like could Mrs. Lawrence possibly tell us that rule any more." Stated Mackenzie.

"Yeah, I wish we heard about that less too." I said. That was partially true, I loved the topic but I did wish we heard about it less. Mackenzie and I talked for about half an hour more, and then we went back to our classrooms to finish the school day.

Then, the school bell rang, and I practically jumped out of my seat because I was so excited to visit Grandpa Louie. I ran along our community sidewalk, and finally reached "The Home of the Sick" , which was the home where Grandpa Louie stayed. I walked up the stairs until I reached his room at the top floor. The door creaked open, and I saw him laying there, almost lifeless. I knew he was there though, just muffled. I sat next to him, and felt a bit of sadness over him. I wondered what it must be like to lay there, motionless. I sat there for maybe an hour or two before I said goodbye for the night, but the day wasn't over yet. I decided that I would want those sweet juicy blueberries again in the morning, so I begun walking on the dirt path towards the blueberry patch.

At first I wondered if I should've told mother that I would be going to the blueberry patch, but I shrugged it off because I knew she would understand. After walking for a while I reached the town limit ,and came upon the farmland. I walked all around in search of the blueberry patch, and finally found it. While I was happy to see them, I was also frightened because of the border so close to me.

Whilst I was picking blueberries, the strangest feeling overwhelmed me. I had never felt this before. It was a mix of fear, and urgency to touch the border. I wouldn't cross it, but I just wanted to simply touch it. Yes, we weren't supposed to go near it at all, but just touching it wouldn't do any harm. So, I set down my blueberry basket, and walked over to the border. I breathed a nice puff of air before extending my arm.

I barely even grazed the border with my finger, but I fell to the ground. I couldn't move, speak, or hear, but I could see. In fact, I saw much more than I had ever seen in my life. I saw everything. At first I didn't know what I saw, but then I realized. I saw beyond what our community ever imagined. We were nothing, fake, free? I didn't know, but I knew we were nothing but a simulation. A society so advanced had simply created us, to study our thoughts, minds, and lives. It had always been like this. I kept thinking more and more. So many questions, no answers. Were we truly conscious? What were we? What was thinking? What would happen when I died? What was the taste of my blueberries, how was that deliciousness simulated? Was my blue dress colorful? It was all a simulation.

I was thinking so much, I only wanted to tell the others, mother, father, Mrs. Lawrence, Mackenzie, and everyone else! Then I realized I could see into our simulation as well. I realized I was on a bed, but not my own. It looked like grandpa Louie's. Before I could think any deeper, I looked over to realize that grandpa Louie was in a bed next to mine. This is what it was like for him, for me now too.

We were both trapped in thought.