Disclaimer: Disney owns the wonderful movie Newsies. I just own the DVD and soundtrack.

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And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.

-John VII

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They're all blind. Blind to the world that really surrounds us. They see the images which have been created for them by some mastermind and think of them as reality.

But I know the truth.

Every time you think you see something out the corner of your eye, it was there, no matter how quickly it disappears from view. Our eyes don't play tricks on us. There are no "tricks of the light." There are only mistakes.

It's hard to know the truth. It's a bittersweet revelation. I, on the one hand, have never been keener or more intuitive of my surroundings. It's as though a light has been switched on in my brain. In a sense, you could say I'm a happier person.

On the other hand, knowing the truth brings about a huge responsibility. It is up to me to let others know. Know that the world in which they live is nothing more than projections on a screen.

So I tell them.

They stare at me, eyes wide, mouths agape. Most of them avoid eye contact with me. Some snicker about it, cracking jokes and making gestures which obviously insinuate that they trust me sanity. A few approach me and ask if I'm feeling ok. My face reddens in humiliation and I curtly reply with a "yes." Following my common sense, I try to drop it.

But they won't.

It becomes a constant joke among some of them. When I go to pick up my papers for the day, I hear, "Ya sure you need all of them? I mean, they're just illusions anyway." I bite back the comments I'm yearning to make and instead glare silently at them.

What's even worse is the whispering. The whispering which is silenced as I enter a room. As though that's not the most obvious sign that they'd been talking about me. And the looks. The looks of those who turn away when I look at them; acting as though they hadn't been staring.

If nothing else, I need to defend my sanity. I need to prove to them that I'm right. But how? How can I show them what I've seen when they are so content to sit blindly in their ignorance? The plan backfires.

"Look, Skitts, "Jack speaks slowly, worry evident in his eyes, "it ain't that we don't like you no more. We're doing this because we're worried 'bout ya. You been acting really strange lately. Maybe this is the best thing for everyone."

The others fight to restrain me. The straightjacket is tightly wrapped around me. The friction of the material against my arms burns, but I still struggle.

I'm placed in a solitary room, as to help my recovery. Away from the real crazies; my only companions my thoughts. The room is dark now. Light only seen when the doctors enter and exit. They're afraid because I haven't made any progress. They fear it may be too late.

I know this is just the beginning.

I know what I've seen.

I know the truth.

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Okay. So, in my English class, we read Plato's "Allegory of the Cave", an essay in which he claims the world we know is just an illusion, and gives this entire metaphor using people in a cave. By the way, I highly recommend you read it. It's very thought provoking. Though, you may have to read it a couple of times to get the gist of it. Anywho, as the rest of my class discussed it, I couldn't help but start thinking. Wouldn't this make a really cool fic? This ::points above:: is the result. I'm really expecting this to be pretty good.

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