The Descent

People really should listen to me more often. I'm not sure why I have been so prone to being ignored in the past, but that has changed now. No one can ignore what I am saying these days. Maybe, had they listened closer before we wouldn't be in the mess we are in now. But, who am I to judge, maybe their knowledge of what was to come would have made the mess even bigger. The general public generally can't be trusted to make wise decisions.

Now, here I am in front of yet anther camera trying to make the world understand that I tried to warn them in advance. The only thing I keep thinking about is how people on the television don't constantly have giant wet marks under their arms, the lights are so hot it's hard to concentrate. They must have special material that keeps the sweat from showing, too bad they don't extend it to their guests.

"Please, Lyla, explain to us again how you came to know about The Descent?" the t.v. host asked me, already knowning the answer to his redundant question.

"Seriously?" I heard myself ask before I knew what was coming out of my mouth. "This is the millionth time I have been on t.v. and that is the same question every other interviewer on what is left of the planet has asked me. Can't we skip that, since going back in time isn't yet an option, and get on with what I think we should do about our situation now?"

I knew what I was saying wasn't the kind of thing people like to hear from one of the few people with insight into what was going on with their planet. They wanted to rehash the story over and over again so they could delay dealing with the real problems they were facing now. A strict plan of regret and denial was what the masses wanted from me.

"All I know is that we have come a long way from where we were three years ago when all this started. I know that people don't want to think that this has been going on for so long, but it has." I heard myself spewing out to the camera. "They were here long before The Descent and they will probably be here for a long, long time. The good thing is that we, the humans, are starting to come to terms with it. Fighting isn't going to help anyone involved, human or otherwise. We need to find the good side of our 'human nature' again."

It is never a good sign when a t.v. interviewer who has been working longer than you have been alive is stunned into silence. I was so aware now of the heat of the lights. Oh, there was going to be fallout over that comment. I was suddenly wishing I had kept my mouth shut and gone with the regret and denial line of questioning. As soon as the station manager realized what I had said he switched to an extended block of advertising and I was being ushered out of my chair.

"Lyla! I can't believe you just said that. You can't say things like that on t.v." my best friend in the whole world,Connor, the only one who took me seriously those three years ago when I first started seeing the Descenders. "You pretty much just told everyone out there that all they can do is shut up and learn how to share our planet."

"Well....that is pretty much all we can do. Three years of fighting has done nothing but destory what little we have here to share in the first place. If people would just listen..." I started to say as I saw the group of suits rushing towards Connor and I.

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