Anonymous (Anonymous Trilogy Book 1)

by Sweth Water

  People were behind me, and it was better to let them believe that I was dead. I thought I was keeping Coal safe; I was wrong.

  I close my eyes and tears trickle down to my cheeks. This is not the right time to feel guilt, even if I want to believe that, it might have a bad effect on the child. I have not read any mommy magazines so far. Neighbours are good here. Two families I have met and both are good. I will be making good friends with them.

  Simran, one of the neighbours, talked with me yesterday. She shared her experience of labour with me. She is a nice woman and reminds me of March. I have told her to take me to a doctor tomorrow morning.

  Days I have to spend alone. And when the next government comes, I might be declared fugitive. It is no easy task to play with the governments. Tom has the same feeling for it; I could say it with confidence. On that day, in the car, I saw the guilt on his face. Guilt of doing something immoral and then covering it with lies. I had read the file that they had on their server before meeting him the very first time.

  He was not the person who liked defeat. It is over now. He has nothing against me as far as Earl is in the Office. Telling the truth, Earl might not be the same person as she is now. Eventually, she would do politics. The elections will come and then my future will be decided.

  I sigh and boot up my laptop. Every week I send an email to March to ask her how Coal is doing. So far there is nothing to worry about. March has asked me to tell where I was. I ignored it and didn’t send the email for two weeks. And then the same routine was there. Sending the emails and talking about Coal.

  I open my email and read that Coal is not at home. Another case? It arouses suspicion in my head. Is he on some hunting trip? Hunting me? I shake my head. No.

  There is nothing wrong in what I did. I am not saying all the Anons are good and they can justify with their arguments. No. Not all the patriotic people are same. My brother is an example. Having a mask of patriotism over his face, and behind that was a large chunk of money in his mouth. Likewise we Anons are. Some are good, and some are bad.

  Coal must have understood it by now that our motive lies not only in the best interest of any country or religion or race but all the humans. I have met some bad Anons too, as I have said there are bad ones too, their only motive is to have money and do the damage to a specific country. Money. Yes, money, which can change the minds of millions. It makes you blind from eyes, brain and heart.

  So, Anonymous is bad? People like me are not for sure, then others? Well, it depends on their motives. Simple.

  Despite love and hate that I have received so far, I believe as hell if the same thing had been done by a man people would have called him a hero. As a woman did it, they will not even bother to give the respect that I may deserve. Maybe we live in a male-dominated world where a man can be a star by doing illegal things but a woman will be a villain, or a senseless creature, or whatever the words these fools use. I can’t change the thinking of everyone.

  Does it make me a feminist then?

  No.

  The movement has gone beyond equal rights. It is more of dominating in the world and degrading the other gender like many men do. I am not a feminist for sure. Some say it is part of NWO. Different people have different ways of seeing the same things. I don’t know if it is NWO or not.

  What if it is already in place?

  Then it is time to make it obsolete.

  I sigh.

  I believe this part of the time is to set examples for the new generations to come. I don’t want them to remember who was bad or good. What they should be remembering is what needs to be done in dire circumstances. That’s why history is important, to know the consequences. And there is no doubt that history which is taught in these days is written by winners, not losers. And when the once losers win any battle or war, history will change.

  By rummaging through the pages of history, I’ve learned that when someone stops listening to conscience, she is a dead person; and no dead will do any good to us.

  I stop thinking and reply to the email sent by March. I would usually tell her my day and what I will buy tomorrow. I miss her. Simran here takes me to shopping after every two days. March and she are same in many ways but beliefs. Simran is so religious that even my arguments don’t shatter her trust in God. She would smile and talk something else. She is the woman who believes in waking up early in the morning and meditating on God’s name.

  Last week I asked her to have a debate with me. She shook her head and said, “You can’t change the opinions of someone with the arguments. It takes more than that. A fine line we have that separates this world, and people don’t want to leave their side but judge the other side without experiencing anything.”

  I didn’t ask her after that.

  Just when I send the email, I get an email from Base. I am happy that he still remembers me. It’s a long email and will take minutes to read.

  I close my eyes.

  I will think about it later.

  I am happy that I am not one of those people who are bound to the rules.

  I am not a patriot. I am not a traitor. I am not a pious woman.

  I am an Anon.

  And until there are Anons and Whistle-blowers, there will be no secret in the world.