Song: Killer - The ready set
"I'm not good for you," a voice whispered from the bushes.
"I know you aren't, but I don't care," I yelled at the sky, not knowing where he was in the dark night.
I wasn't supposed to be here, I wasn't supposed to be out of my cell, I wasn't supposed to be outside, and if I got caught I would surely be dead by morning. They kept me locked away like an animal, in a cell with nothing to do all day, all of us were.
It was the future, and boys ruled the world. The few remaining girls were raised in a house like mine, forced to conceive children, as soon as they were able. Years ago, when the world had realized there was an over population ,they had implemented a one child policy, and most parents wanted males, this went on until there was hardly any girls out there, and they government came up with this as a way to combat that. Take the few women already living and let the males go free.
To force us to do what they wanted. There was no more empowerment to men as mom grandmother once experienced in her time. They said they were helping us, the world out there was not something we wanted to live in. There was wars, diseases, famines, so many things wrong, they were just protecting us.
"Shh.. You're gonna get yourself killed,"
"It's probably better than being in there," I whispered this time.
I was only eighteen, and I had yet to conceive a child, last year there had been one, growing in my belly, to at least that's what they told me, soon if there wasn't one I would be dead. Gone at the expense of producing more boys, who would just go through this whole cycle again, more males to be free, more males that were just helping to put everything back the way it was before, rebuilding buildings and inventing things. Figuring out how to fix the world.
"I'll just break you worse," he told me, "Honestly, you're already broken, and now that you're out you don't need to go back, just run and don't stop," he said.
"Run to where, I'm better off in there as much as I hate to say it, I'd still get to see you too,"
"No, Summer go back," he said.
"Changed your mind huh?"
"I just want you to be safe,"
"I don't want to be safe I want to be with you,"
"I can't let that happen,"
"Yes you can,"
"No I can't,"
"I could cut all my hair off..."
"You'd never get away with it,"
"I could pull it off,"
"Face it Summer you'd never get away with it, and either you run now, and leave me behind or go back in there we can't be together no matter what you say, I'm no good for you, and you're no good for me,"
"It doesn't matter we can make it happen,"
"No you'll just get your heart broken, and we don't want that to happen, I won't let it happen," I finally realized that I hadn't seen his face yet, he was still hiding somewhere in the bushes I assumed, and instead of being stubborn, I accepted it like we were trained to do. I turned around and walked back towards the building, lifting my skirts and walking quietly, and silently away from the boy who was no good for me.
