A message in a bottle, sent out into the concrete ocean

Posts : 23 Join date : 2009-01-24

Asher was restless. Restless and angry and he felt like breaking something beautiful. As good as he was at ignoring the world and being a jack-ass, the situation between differents and normals got to him from time to time, and he never had anyone to vent to, and no shoulder to lean on when he became overwhelmed. So although it seemed like a stupid idea, Asher thought it had a certain amount of romance about it. He'd written a simple letter, rolled it up and put it inside an empty glass milk bottle. He hadn't signed it, it wasn't going to anyone...but maybe another different might notice it and feel a little less alone.

Sometimes I think we're all so sick, like we're crumbling on the inside. We let ourselves be pushed down into dirty streets and bad schools and bad jobs. We give our freedom away to people who are really no different to us (no pun intended). I know I'm no better then any other different because I'm hiding as well, playing by Their rules and trying to live in Their system.

But God, I get so tired. Sometimes I feel that this horrid person I have to be to survive is slowly taking over and all the lies and worry and violence is tearing me apart from the inside. It's exhausting, to sleep with one eye open and walk with fingers crossed, all the time.

I just wish we could be more proud of ourselves, and each other. Take pride in all our skills. The ability to read and write even, is a talent worth keeping and we shouldn't give away any of our skills and knowledge to the Normals.
So,
to whoever reads this I hope you find comfort in knowing you're not alone, I hope you treat a fellow diffie nicely, I hope you write a song, write a book, draw a picture, learn something, create something...because that's what makes us human, and different.

Asher had done his best to keep his long and curly handwriting neat, and he left two sheets of blank paper and a pencil in the bottle as well, just in case anyone felt like adding something, writing something of their own.

It was nearing midnight when Asher stopped on an empty street just outside an alley, looked around, and carefully placed the bottle on the inside of the alley, just outside of the reach of the street light.
He walked away without looking back, feeling a little better then before.