"I don't care. I have to leave this so-called home. It's suffocating me. Creativity? Life? Imagination? That's all nonexistent here. All people care about here is the result, not the process. Me? I want more in life than the product, I want the knowledge, experience, and memories I gain from the process; I didn't know that was so much to ask for."
"Okay, I understand you but y-"
"Do you? Do you really? Aren't you part of them? The people who only look at the surface? I mean, are you actually enjoying your life? Do you do everything because you WANT to or because your parents, friends, and community TOLD you to?"
"How could you say that? I'm just worried about you. It's really dark and you could get hurt on the way. You know what they told us, traveling at night is dangerous. We could get mugged or ju-"
"Mugged? Mugged from what? Our conformity? I would THANK whoever robbed me of my blandness. Wouldn't you? Everyone around here is the same, we all do the same damn thing. No one knows how to think for themselves. Everyo-"
"Stop it," I managed inbetween sobs. "Do you think I want to stay either? No, but you know what? My little sister is here and I can't let the world do the same thing it did to us to her. I want her to grow up with a mind of her own.
He looked at me with a sympathetic expression, but before I could say another word, he turned around, facing the pitch black, and walked away. I only looked at his leftover footprints embedded into the soil, disappearing into the dark, never to come back again.
