When I realised that something was going wrong, I hardly managed to stop myself from trying to explain to everybody around me that the world had changed.
You know, It was rather difficult: to do the same things you did before and speak to the same people you knew before but to realise that the world and the people are not the same anymore. I remember my first days: I was sitting on the pier near my family house looking at the sea and trying to understand only one thing. Why. Did. This. Happen. To. Me. Why me? Why I was the only one to remember the good old days? Why there was nobody who couldn't even imagine a life without the Game?
- Rhia! Get back to the house! The Game is starting in a minute, you must get in!
I took my last glance at the sea and realised that now there was the only one rule: we had to play.
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I never told nobody.
Once I tried it with my cousin whom I always considered the dearest person in this world after Daniel. Leslie cried that I was insane and crazy.
One day I convinced her to play with me. It happenned just before my imprisonment.
Leslie was the person who started the revolution, not me and neither Daniel. My sister persuaded herself not to believe in all the shit she was told by the Government. She managed to raise the crowd and stopped the Game.
The story is about my sister. About the only one who was not afraid of the changes.
Thank you, sister. Thank you for being more than I was. Thank you for believing.