Bird House

2. Pt 1

I opened my eyes to see once again the same unattractive sun. Oh how I missed when it rained. Me and my mum would grow veg in the yard and we would be able to go and collect water form the stream, everything used to be so lush and green. But that went ages ago along with everyones freedom and dignity. I winced at the Sun's glare and got out of bed. God I stank! I hadn't had a proper wash in ages. I dragged myself across the sitting room and passed my sister's room. Her sheets were all made up and there was no sign of her. Must of gone to work already. I entered the bathroom/room with toilet and sink and switched the light on. My eyes hadn't yet adjusted and a white beam flickered on making my head start to ache. Across the ceiling were cracks spanning everywhere like spider webs. I had also woken up the moths, God dam it! They started dashing to and thro across the wall bumping into each other. I lifted myself up into the sink and turned the tap on. I could here rumbling beneath me and a massive gurgle that made me jump off. Brown liquid, which looked like mud or shit, started emptying it's contents into the sink. I watched as it slowly lost its colour and turned clear. I once again hopped into the sink and let the luke warm water run down my back, I shifted my position so the water went all over me, and the grabbed a handful of remains of soap and started rubbing myself up and down. I remember my mum used to wash me in the sink but she was gone along with my father. During the night they did it, left some money, packed their things and just left us here. All alone.

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Juvenile centre 04 was out of town, east if the border. I already dreaded the long trek to school, and at one point considered dropping out, but if I did, the police guards would come for me. It was illegal to drop out of school. The revelation believed that education was the key to a peaceful society, more like brainwashing. Each classroom has a class police who inspects the class and make sure the pupils and the teachers are in line, and anybody contradicting the way of the revelation is be sent away to the justice centre, yep you heard it, even if you were a young junior, aged three and muttered something, they would take you away and you would be in a cell before anyone even realised. The Justice centre is a place you really don't want to be around. They call it this to make it sound less imposing, but it definitely doesn't make up for the screams you hear inside there. It is impossible to get away from the noise, it goes straight through your ears like an endless ringing or a shrill bell and it never leaves you, tortures you, God knows what is happening to them. My uncle is there, whether he is alive or not I don't know, but just after he was arrested, I went to the justice centre to visit him. They wouldn't let me in of course, but I knew that over all the dreadful whines and screeches of the convicts, one of them was my uncle's, and I never went there again. Ever. My bare feet were scratched, red all over. Shoes were expensive, and anyone wearing shoes was definitely not from around here. The things people die of are crazy, but the most crazy things are foot infections, and if you catch one of those your a goner, trust me mate. The infection spreads over your body and there is nothing you can do about it, no medicine to help you. You just carry on with your life knowing that one day you will keel over and die. There were cracks in the dry sand spanning the whole landscape. A lizard sat on the rock I was walking towards, its green, strict oval eyes, were burning into mine. Its scales flowed down its back and along its tale and I think it had given up its journey because it just sat there, under the heat of the sun. I took a step closer and it didn't seem to care. I was right next to it now, but it carried on ignoring me, its tongue just slipping in and out, in and out. I put my hand out and straight away it jumped on. It seemed to be comforted by my cool hands because it settled in even more. I risked slipping it into my pocket, knowing that is would probably scramble out, run away for miles and I would never see it again, but it didn't. In the darkness of my pocket, I saw its eye, still burning a green fire, watching me, and from then on I carried this lizard where ever I went.