Silence, beautiful Silence.

My name is Alana. I’m stuck in this hospital with Titus and Violet. As I’m Violet’s older sister, I didn’t receive the Feed till I was 12; we both got it at the same time. When I first got it, I didn’t know what to do! There was so much to look through! But it got bothersome fast; all those images and items bombarding me all the time. I had gotten used to it, but now after what that old man did, they turned it off. Now it’s blissful peace and silence, just my thoughts. It was a little odd at first not having the constant buzz in my head. Now there is only silence.
I’m sitting on my bed observing the paining on the wall. I remember my mother teaching me how to paint, before she left. She wasn’t a master painter, but she had dealt with many pieces of art. I noticed the different shades of the ocean. The darker versus the lighter shades made the ocean look choppy. The brush strokes of the ocean were large and smooth, while the boat’s strokes were thinner and less noticeable. It was beautiful, something I only wish I could create. Nothing like this is ever created anymore. It’s such a loss to society. Then Titus interrupted my thoughts by mentioning that he couldn’t see why someone would paint a picture like that and that it was meaningless. I honestly don’t understand how I got stuck with these kids.