When news hits you, and it hits you hard, you forget how to do everything. How to speak, how to think, and most importantly how to react. Sector B has been my home for my whole life. It isn't much, but it is significant. It may not have been the best place to grow up in, but it made me who I am, and who I may become.
I've learned a lot in this house I stand in. I learned to walk, and how to whisper the way the society forced us to do. I learned the law at a young age, and how you'd be punished if you violated it.
I am fifteen. A fifteen year old child. A girl who is stronger than she thinks, wiser than she knows, yet even smaller than she is.
I have no power.
No matter what, I don't have the power to bring down the society. I have no power to interfere alone.
I know that I'm not alone, but that doesn't stop me from feeling alone. I still feel the darkness of the world, and the corruption of everything in it.
It's like standing in a dark room, with no windows, no doors, and no heat. You're blind, with no way out, no way to feel the light, and the only thing that is keeping you conscience is the cold. The cold that eats away at you, that consumes you and slowly kills you. The room keeps you from experiencing what you should be allowed to have. The room drives you mad.
The society drives me mad.
There is no way to escape it. The cold is eating away at me.
I'm dying.
Every morning, I have to remind myself that I am strong. Every morning I have to tell myself to get up. Every morning I frown at what the society has made me. Yet, I smile because I somehow think that I can deceive it.
But, I can't.
I know too little, but just the same I know too much.
So, when my father told me that Sector B was to be terminated, I lost control inside.
My body is boiling inside, I'm dying on the inside. Not physically, but mentally. The society is scarring me and I don't know if I can heal.
I jerk back to reality.
"What?" I say.
A thousand thoughts swarm my head. Mac, wide eyed and awe-stricken stands next to me. He puts his hand on my shoulder.
"Avery, before we talk more about this, I need to talk to you, privately." he says.
"Fine, I'll be right back." I tell everyone.
I turn on my heels and walk down the short hallway, leading away from the living room. I realize that I am going, without a thought, to my room. My room is at the end of the hallway. There is a small ladder that travels up into the loft that makes my room.
I climb up the ladder and Mac follows.
I take in my surroundings. My room is tidy, as always, but it looks as if it has been abandoned for years. It doesn't feel like home anymore, even though it always had.
I sit down on the small twin bed. Mac does the same.
Mac turns to me. I never noticed before, but his eyes are brilliant. They dance with color, yet they always trace back to one. His eyes are green, like the forests that I once heard about. His eyes are like the meadows that once used to stretch for miles, grass blowing in the soft breeze.
They don't exist anymore.
They've been scorched by fire and torn by man.
The world is in quarantine.
The world is toxic.
"Avery, we need to leave. I've been talking to Adelene, we need to get to the hangar. We can take your family and Emery." he says.
"Okay." I stutter.
"I know it's hard, but we can fix this." he says.
"Okay." I repeat. I'm on the verge of tears. "I'm sorry Mac, for everything." I say. I don't know what to be sorry for, but I am. I'm really sorry.
"There is nothing to be sorry for." he says.
A single tear trickles down my cheek. Mac sees it and brushes it away. I feel like I'm breaking down.
He lifts my chin, and his lips brush mine.
For the slightest moment I kiss him back. The brief moment shifting my thoughts away from the situation. All too soon I realize that there are bigger things at stake. I pull away
"Let's get downstairs and sort this out." I say, acting like the kiss didn't happen.
He does the same, but we both know that it did.
He nods, and follows me back down the ladder. We walk briskly back into the living room. I don't know what to say, or what to do, but I do know one thing.
No matter what the society thinks or does, I am going to crush them and take them down.
YOU ARE READING
Redemption
Action"The time for answers is not now," she said. "The time to break has just begun." Avery Rider, a fifteen-year old girl, lives in a society in future dystopian America. The society is built on fear itself. She attends the Academy, in which the society...
