To Survive Here

Hide in Shadows

Grey

I strode across the dark wooden floor over to the table that sat on the left side of our kitchen. My mother always left me something to eat. Normally what she left me wasn't much like an apple or bread. Today was no different, a piece of cold chicken was left out. Though there was something different about today.

A note was left on the table, and it read.

Grey

Please go to the bakery and get some bread, to the butcher for whatever he has in the back. Also go to the market and get some corn. The money is where it always is.

Love Mum

I admired her writing for a few seconds. I couldn't actually write myself, so looking at hers made me jealous. The words flowed along the paper so naturally that it made me think they have been there forever.

I justified my inability to write with the fact that I had never set foot in a school. My parents tried to teach me but I had never taken to it that well. I just didn't understand their lessons. I tried to grasp the concept, but failed miserably. So they gave up on teaching me, and my father started muttering something about how you have to go to school to learn anything.

Sure my parents both had received schooling like any high status child, but then again I was never a high status child.

Both my parents had grown up in high status households, but after my grandmothers punishment them and all my father's siblings were reduced to low status. My grandmother had four kids which were my father, Uncle Bradley, Uncle Jared, and Aunt Savannah. After the punishment they all became low status along with their wives and husband.

I put the note down and went to get the money from the jar in the cupboard. I grabbed enough to get what I needed, no more no less, and headed out of the house to go get what I needed.

I walked along the path and waved to a few people that I knew. I got up to the iron gate that separated the low status homes and crop fields from the large lavish high class homes and shops.

The gate was left unlocked from 8am to 10pm. After 10 some of the wild high status people throw parties and dances that the low status citizens are not aloud to attend, so the gates are locked.

I walked out of the gate quickly and headed to the butcher because it was the closest. Then I went to the bakery and finally the market.

I took my time on the way back so I could browse the store windows as I walked. The jewels glittered brightly as I walked past the window of a jewelry store.

"Hey Scum long time no beating." I heard the voice of Jack from behind me. He was just one of my many tormentors who would beat me just because I didn't fight back, but what he didn't know was that I couldn't. It

When nobody was looking, not that it mattered if they were because Jack could beat me senseless and somehow it would be my fault. He pulled me into a slim alley by the strap of my overalls.

When the first punch contacted with my face I wanted to cry. I didn't because no matter what he did I couldn't show any weakness. So when the second hit came this time to my stomach I only stumbled backwards a bit. The third hit came quickly to my nose, and it was the most painful one. I don't recall how many hits to where came after the third, but I do remember an immense amount of pain, and the fact that my nose was bleeding.

To think this all started out as name calling. It only escalated from there, sometimes I wonder what comes after these mean and sometimes bloody beatings. I mean what's the next step up from this, death?

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like just to leave this sick, twisted place and just go somewhere else. Then I think some more, and what I think isn't always a good thing.

My walk home wasn't to far anyway so when Jack left I went as fast as I could. I was sick of getting beat up whenever I go out. Those high status brats were rude and they acted like they owned the streets.

I was done. I was sick of the tormentors and the beatings. I decided that tonight I was leaving and going somewhere far from this. It started to dawn on me during my thoughts of leaving that The Society can't rule everything. So I packed some dried meat and bottles of water that my mother bought for easy use

I kissed my old home goodbye and headed out over to the east. I scaled the gate and walked off in the wilderness that bordered my old home.

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A/N. This took a little to long to get up. Next update should be sooner. I'm thinking of putting it in Jay's point of view but I don't know.

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