How to Save the Forgotten (cancelled)

Chapter 1: How it All Works

Silence. That's all you can hear in this dark grey city. Not even the footsteps of the other people around walking in narrow files into the dark symmetrical buildings. A soft long bell rang once. I looked behind me, no one. Same for the front. I gave a sigh and continued walking towards the wall. We weren't so post to get anywhere near it or we would be shot with no questions on why. I didn't really care anymore. I'm no longer apart of the city, just here for a couple more days before I'll be thrown away. All of the other 14 years are in those buildings, getting ready to be useful to the city, for the conical. Every day sense I turned 14, I was called I would be "set free". Sense then, I didn't have any purpose. Less then scrap metal. Less then a bullet. At lest bullets had a purpose. It was to kill anyone over the age 15. Me. Nothing. The dirt below me is more helpful then me. I slowly walked to the oversized wall. When I used to go to the basic schooling, the robot teachers told us the walls were meant to keep out the investors or any enemies. I think that's one of the first times I actually spoke my opinion in front of others. I told them, "What if it's to hold us in? What if they just don't want to lose any of the parts to this big machine?! We're screws inside a tin can!" The classmates stayed like statues. I always thought they were robots with microchips and stuff. I remembered the only adult in the school, that was crapped and dark, was the principal. He came to the room I was in and started hitting me for questioning the system, then sent the other cyborgs after me. They called it "fixing the system" and "Killing any viruses". I didn't have any emotions when they did this. If I did, they would start hitting me more, hitting harder. Emotions were bad, the council couldn't control them, so they were a thing in the past. Lesson one. Before we could even speak.

I snapped back into reality. A couple feet away from the wall. I sat down at the boundary. I always watched the wall during what was called day, but nothing ever changed when it turned into "night". I never got shot for being on the boundary, but if I crossed over, I would be one hole to the head then gone. It happened to a kid once, a little over two years ago. I even saw it with my own eyes walking into the building. A girl cried for him, all I could do was think about how could he not fallow rules. I also remembered that this girl decided to try to figure out the system and caused the building to be gone. It was warm and bright. Everyone was brainwashed of the incident, but I managed to get out of that by running when no one noticed. All of those robots disappeared, that girl disappeared, the principal disappeared, and never to be seen again. I watched the wall. Memories come and go continuelessly.

"Hey! What's your number kid!?" A guard told me in a vishes tune.

"X," I responded, continuing looking at the wall.

"When ya leaving?" He asked. I know he didn't like me and wanted me to be gone.

"In 2 days," I stated, never looking at him. I felt through the air that he nodded and started walking off.

"Good thing they're getting rid of the trash in this town." I gritted my teeth and continued looking at the wall. There was cracks and red stains all over it. I wonder what the red was, but I didn't at the same time. The bell rang once again and I got up and started fallowing the rows again. I went onto the hover craft and sat on the back. The ride was always silent, no one talked. I listen to the motor of the craft as it picked up others and headed towards the quarters. Once we were at the end of the line, everyone got off. We all headed towards our own little cage for the night eat and rest. The sky was still dull. Another bell rang, this time saying four minutes until lock up. If you weren't at your place by the next bell and you're caught, the guards would shot you on sight. No questions asked. I went to my cell and climbed onto my bed. It was just a broken down mattress with a pillow made of extra clothes on the inside and small blanket full of holes. After last year, my care taker was force to let me go after 14 years of taking care of me. I was forced to stay here at the individual cell rooms with products that was over used. The bell rang again and the doors slammed closed. I close my eyes and started to count down from five. Before I even hit three, gun shots and screaming came than were silences. A liquid formed into my eyes and streamed down. It made it harder to breathe, but I still was able to fall asleep with that issue.