This story is an inspiration from two things:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=okC4hw8IPYg&feature=related song.
And someone very special to me.

I hope you enjoy.

Over & Over

They always told me that what I did was pointless, no matter how many times I tried it would always fail. Over and over again I tried, always to fail again and again. I never backed down though, I knew I could only try and do whatever I could to make sure what I was doing was not in vain. After yet another failed attempt all I could do was close my eyes, grit my teeth and start working again. It wasn't easy being me, everyone always expected so much from me; even when most knew that I wasn't the best person for the job.

The idea had come to me many months ago, a lot of people had wanted to make this; but no one had any idea how. So many things had helped the Wastes, but their was one thing that would help everyone:

Most Waster's had wondered why their were crops growing in the West Coast of America, well that was because the soil there was not hit by the Red's worst weapons. These were things that stopped anything from growing in their areas of effect, practically destroying the fertility; that is why almost nothing grows in the Capital Wasteland now. What I was trying to do was to rememdy this, and the best way to start all that was to go straight back to basics; building an enclosed greenhouse facility that fertilised the soil properly. Of course, that sounds easy to make right?

Considering that all technology that was used to purify things in DC went towards the Water Purifier at the Linkin Memorial. Crops and plants would be the most important discovery and addition to the Capital Wasteland, but no one had any idea how to do this. I had my own ideas and I almost had a solution for it, but more time and materials were needed before I could do anything properly. My memories returned to why I had even attempted any of this, what had given me the inspiration to do any of this. Hitting myself in the head softly I scolded myself for bringing back up old memories that should've stayed down.

Throwing down the current air purifier that I was working on I turned and walked back into my small room; full of schematics and tools. Sitting on the bed I softly let my head back and sighed, opening my eyes I slowly looked towards the ceiling; there in big bold letters stated:

19th September-Never forget it

Those words were written with blood, my blood, scowling I looked back down and rested my head against the wall again; drifting off into another place.

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Yes, I know it's extremely short, and that is only because something has just completely shocked me and I have little passion for writing at this exact moment... Comment, read, do whatever... I might write more, I might not.

Ciao,
Andy

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