In the novel Parable of the Sower,by Octavia Butler, she shows that in order to survive one must be willing to do anything and everything they can. When Lauren cuts off her hair to appear more masculine and be less likely to get attacked is just one example of this. Lauren knows that in order for her and the group to survive, if it comes to it, she must tell them about her hyperempathy. In this example Lauren runs the risk of getting taken advantage of or even being left out of the group. Even with her disease, Lauren seems to be the most intelligent and the one who understands the world around her most. With the knowledge she has accumulated through books and school Lauren is the most fit to be leader, she takes it upon herself to lead the
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I’ve been with her the whole time, but her eye seem so empty and her presence does not even feel right, like she isn’t even here. She gets out the car and follows me to the back, I help her up and we begin to eat. As she's sitting across from me I feel her eyes on me and look up to her.
“I’m going to Washington, I think my family will take me in,”
I look into her eyes to try, one last time, to see if this was really happening and if it was true. It was. This couldn’t be.
“Say something,” she says looking right at me.
“Why?!” I did not mean to yell or sound like I did, it kind of just came out.
“I don’t know, but I just need you to understand.” Understand? As if it were that simple. I couldn’t keep asking questions, but I was curious. With who was she staying? What family? Was there even a family? Was she still serious? I didn’t ask her any of that, she wanted me to understand. I could not understand but couldn’t put her through pressure either.
“Let’s go,” I told her as i stood up, not even looking toward her.
“Where are we going now?”
“Home.” She looked as though she wanted to say something but did’t. 10.20.30 minutes into our drive home we said nothing to each other once again. We finally got home and neither of us broke silence, we simply got off and headed to my mom's
I’ve been with her the whole time, but her eye seem so empty and her presence does not even feel right, like she isn’t even here. She gets out the car and follows me to the back, I help her up and we begin to eat. As she's sitting across from me I feel her eyes on me and look up to her.
“I’m going to Washington, I think my family will take me in,”
I look into her eyes to try, one last time, to see if this was really happening and if it was true. It was. This couldn’t be.
“Say something,” she says looking right at me.
“Why?!” I did not mean to yell or sound like I did, it kind of just came out.
“I don’t know, but I just need you to understand.” Understand? As if it were that simple. I couldn’t keep asking questions, but I was curious. With who was she staying? What family? Was there even a family? Was she still serious? I didn’t ask her any of that, she wanted me to understand. I could not understand but couldn’t put her through pressure either.
“Let’s go,” I told her as i stood up, not even looking toward her.
“Where are we going now?”
“Home.” She looked as though she wanted to say something but did’t. 10.20.30 minutes into our drive home we said nothing to each other once again. We finally got home and neither of us broke silence, we simply got off and headed to my mom's