People believe bubbles to represent their personal space or a cute cartoon character but in reality it's a very suspicious thing. It comes without notice and leaves when it wishes. You have no control over it. No shape no size only air. It holds something in it…YOU!! You don’t let people near you because of it and it keeps you from escaping it ties you down and tortures you. And just when you think it's on your side and is only there to help you it smacks you in the face and kills you. Suffocates you until you feel no one cares, makes you hate yourself , shows you everything in a negative way and then it's over all over no turning back. There's a story of a girl just like that…let me tell you.
13 year old Alice just moved to her new school and is nervous about her first day. Everyone already knows each other from the beginning of the year but she doesn’t know anyone and will be lonely until she finds a way to make new friends. In her old school she usually sat alone, she never talked to anyone and no one talked to her. She wanted that to change but how?
“Alice! Are you dressed? Your getting late for your first day at school!” Catharine screams up to her daughter. It's her first day at work too and she can't possibly late.
“Coming mom! I just can't decide what to wear!” Alice screams. “Ugh how will I ever make friends? There is nothing good to wear and I don’t even know what kinds of clothes they wear here!” she mumbles to herself.
As soon as Alice reaches school she rushes out of the car trying to beat the tardy bell. “Ugh! I'm so sorry! I didn’t see you! It's just it's my first day at school and I was going to be late and I don’t know my classes…” Alice tries to explain but before she could finish the boy she bumped into interrupts her.
“It’s ok. Hey you have your schedule? Maybe I can show you to your class let me see.” Heth replies.
Oh no! What if he thinks I'm stupid? Or what if I smell bad? I can't let him think I'm vulnerable! There has to be another way to find out where my classes are! Why is he looking at me like that? Is there something wrong with my clothes or is there something on my face? Does my hair look bad?
Uh oh looks like the bubble decided to drop by. Alice is know conscious of herself and is trying to flatten her curly brown hair. She apologizes once again and runs inside being careful not to bump into anyone else. Of course she doesn’t know where she’s going and finds herself lost within a few minutes. She finds a bathroom nearby and rushes in as she enters a stall she begins to cry.
Knock knock. “Hello? Is someone in there? You ok in there? Do you need me to get someone?” a girl with a melodious voice asks from the other side of the door. Her words muffled and broken due to the door only comes through as “o? Is there? Ok? Need me someone?” of course that makes Alice feel worse thinking that she is so unwanted that no one even finds it necessary to talk to her in full sentences and begins to sob. The girl begins to feel guilty unsure of what she said wrong and leaves the bathroom to call an adult.
Alice continued to have encounters with the bubble until one day. She had already started to feel lonely and unloved; she was 20 and had no one to talk to. Both her parents passed away in a car accident when she was 16 when she told her parents they didn’t care for her and she wanted to be alone they drove off but never returned. Of course this was her fault and the bubble told her that it was because she let them into it. After that her bubble grew bigger and she needed to be even further away from the people around her. Although she thought it gave her more space inside the truth was that the bubble was getting tighter and taking up more space outside at the same time. She was suffocating.
It was midnight in Hollins University and Alice was up doing her homework. She could hear the other girls outside laughing as they watched movies and talked about the latest gossip. She suddenly started feeling Costa phobic and needed to get away. She ran outside with her bare feet pounding on the wet grass as she begins to feel the world close around her. The trees got up and started chasing her, the grass wraps around her toes trying to pull her into the ground, whispers come closer and closer, she feels the invisible stares and hears people laughing making fun of her, and then… she bursts. Not the bubble, not the people, in fact the world hasn’t changed but she is gone. Whipped from existence as if she was never born. She ran right off a cliff and was found the next morning torn to pieces. The police weren’t even sure if her parts were even a body until they saw the blood and her id. The id that she had made when she was thirteen. “Alice Anderson, 13 year old, female, date of birth: 3/4/67, hair color: light brown, eye color: sea blue.” Nothing else. No identity, just the facts.
So you see, the bubbles aren’t innocent, they’re criminals. They wait till you least expect it and kill you. They suffocate you little by little until you’re completely out of air. They steal you from society until there’s no one left to save you. They make you feel miserable even though there is nothing wrong with you. Each and every society in this world has become too big due to the fact that the bubbles have taken over. They have conquered many lives and succeeded in weakening the societies. Racism, war, discrimination, and all of that is all due to the bubbles. The bubbles create fear and hatred. They destroy you. They are hiding in every corner ready to attack. Be careful not to fall for their trap! And if you see another person who seems to be stuck help them fight the bubble and don’t leave them alone. For more information please visit www.bubbles-take-over-the-world.com
