The hot water of the shower falls onto my head and shoulders as it washes away my make-up and stiffness of another long day at work. With my make-up also my concealer is washed away. It made my scars visible. The scars of a past I so much want to forget. But it was the past who makes me who I am.
Like every evening I think of just taking a pill to forget all those happy years in my youth. The only years I was happy. I think of them a lot. I was free. I faced Bli with my heroes. But then they died while trying to save me. I slowly stepped out of the resistance and into a normal, boring life. A life under the rein of Bli. Thinking of those times only make me even unhappier, if that's even possible.
I step away from the shower, turning it off at the same time. I put a towel on my dark brown hair. I know it would be curly again after I slept, so I didn't plug in my straightening iron. That is one of the many reason to take the pill. I know too much, another reason. I know allot about the resistance. I grew up in it. I know allot about the Killjoys. Their plans, what they wanted to do.
But it's all gone now. The Killjoys, maybe even the resistance.
There is one reason that makes me want to remember my youth. My son. My son, 10 years old and currently attending school. He likes to hear the stories about the Killjoys. To him, it's not more than a story. I want to be able to tell him that it's more, but I don't. Maybe he won't love Bli as much as he does now. But my hope is fainting with each year passing by.

It's Friday. My hair is curly, because I don't have to work. I still know they want to find me, but they search for a girl with curly hair. When I have to work, I always straighten it.
Arthur, my son, is at school. Learning about how great Bli is. They never learned about what it was before the apocalypse.
I think of them. I picture them in my mind, their clothes, hair, voice, everything. But I can't recall their faces. I know Bli messed with my mind. I don't know how, but they did. So we forgot about them. It only worked for half.

'Mom, I'm home!' Arthur calls from the hallway. With that he runs to his bedroom before I could ask how his day was. He always does that.
'So how was your day?' I ask over dinner.
'My day was fine. Nothing special. But when I walked to school I saw something weird. Someone had put a message on several walls. We talked about it in school and no one knew what it was. The teachers didn't talk about it though. I fear it could be the resistance.'
'What was the message?' Vandalism? But that's impossible. Bli always makes sure nothing that could lead to rebellion was on the walls.
''We're back'' signed with two initials; P.P.' P.P? Party Poison? But that would mean they are back. But that's impossible. I saw they die. No one else remembers their names. My thoughts go on and on until I noticed Arthur said something.
'I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention. What did you say?'
'I asked you if you were okay. You didn't respond to me.'
'Sorry, I'm okay.' We clean up the mess. Arthur goes to his room again and I stay behind in the living room.
I turn on the TV, but I'm not paying attention. All these worthless programs appear and disappear again. After a long moment I finally come to a conclusion. I need to see it for myself. The graffiti.
'I'm going for a walk! I'll be back in half an hour or something! If something's wrong, you can call me! Bye!' I yell to him as I grab my coat. I open the door and see It's already dark. I walk down the stairs to the outside world.

I've been walking for quite a long time now, but I haven't seen any graffiti. It's probably taken off by some cleaners. I think about what the message said. We're back. That could also mean the resistance is back or they have new Killjoys. Signed P.P. The only thing that I could think of that has something to do with the resistance is Party Poison.
A movement catches my attention. I turn my head and just see someone running away in the darkness. On the wall the person left something. I can't see it from this angle so I walk towards it.
We're back signed with P.P.

I take a walk now every night, late when it's already dark. Every time I see graffiti when just moments ago it wasn't. But I fail to see the person behind this every time.
I also notice every time I walk to the place last night was some graffiti, it's gone.
Sometimes though, I see a glimpse of a person running away, but when I go after the stranger, I always end up in a completely empty street with no side paths. It's weird. How could he get away?
Arthur also notices my strange behaviour, but he doesn't ask about it. He thinks people shouldn't go outside when it's dark. Another thing learned by Bli.

It has been a month now since the first time I walked in the evening. I stopped searching for the person. I now walk for the peace it gives me. I think. About the city and how it could be before the apocalypse. My mind settles, accepting the position I'm in, but I am now sure I don't want to take a pill to forget everything.
I still notice the graffiti though. The message has changed since the beginning. Now it says: Fear us. Still signed with P.P.
I stop and see something weird. Someone is putting graffiti on the wall. It's a man. The message he's working on: Fear us. Signing it with P.P. I look at what he's wearing. Leather boots and black tight leather pants. A blue jacket, and red stripes on then sleeves and a white one across how shoulders. A red pill in his back. On his head was a big helmet, like the ones form an animal costume. Blue on the back, but white in the front. Big blue cat-like ears. A tube coming from the front to the back. An outfit I've seen in my youth. Party Poison.
He turns around. The front of the mask like I expected it to be. He tilts his head when he sees me. I freeze as he walks toward me. His hands are in open leather gloves. He raises them to take of his helmet. He throws it on the ground, showing his face. A face I can remember now.
I stare at him, memories shooting through my mind. He pins me to the wall behind me, grinning at me. He must see fear showing on my face, but actually it's disbelief.
'Fear ussss.' Extending the s as he walks away. He picks up the head and turns around to run away. I finally break lose form my shock and I call out to him.

Notes

Yay, cliff-hanger.
And the third story I started!
Nothing much else to tell.

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