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20 February 2012 @ 01:45 pm
The Real LJ Idol: "Vigilance" (PG)  
Vigilance
the real lj idol | week 15 | 389 words
Preoccupied

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You asked and I answered, as near the truth as I could get.

I am not nervous or worried, or anything so simple.

I am terrified. Each waking moment is an agony of potential discovery and death.

You know this yourself—we are trapped here together, close-quartered and cloistered down below the floor. We struggle to stay quiet, to eat little, to achieve near-invisibility and yet be thankful for this burden cloaked in chance.

Human beings are not meant to live with constant panic. It is a poison that threatens our sanity, so we try to think of anything else, to force a smile now that laughter is gone. A deck of cards, a few well-read books, and whatever memories we can conjure are all that stands between us and the truth of the soldiers on the streets who relentlessly try to find us.

We whisper warnings in the dark, and try to reclaim the sense of light by telling stories and sharing foolish dreams.

All of the news comes from rumors too terrible to believe: this person, that town. Taken.

No one ever comes back.

But we know those are not just rumors. All of the papers reported on Kristallnacht, on the deaths and destruction, and the Germans invaded new countries, including ours. We know how right we are to be afraid, and how lucky we are to have friends who are willing to hide us.

It is difficult to be so obligated to someone. Living in the dark, with the mice and dirt and the ever-present danger of detection, having to be grateful carries a weight of its own. Yet, we are. We do not have a choice.

It is terrible to live in silence, as if we are already ghosts. Even our tears (our desperation) must be noiseless, to keep from unsettling our saviors above.

So we try to distract ourselves, pretend we are somewhere else or that this threat will someday end. The reality is still too pressing for us to ever let it go.

Dwelling too much on our situation will surely drive us to despair. But neither can we forget.

Our safety hinges on the slightest sound. If we ever lose sight of that, the terror and frustration might escape in a long-suppressed scream that brings the whole world crashing down around us.






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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on February 24th, 2012 01:02 am (UTC)
Thank you so much.

I tried to keep the physical setting in mind as much as that constant background of fear that you'd never be able to turn off in such a precarious situation. I am in awe of the people who went through that.