Feeling Human

Chapter 4

Feeling Human:

I didnt know where I was. I'd never been outside the walls. I slowed to a walk and looked around, trying to think where to go next. There was large buildings all around me, looming high in the air, with many windows glinting in the sunlight. I gulped. The world was bigger than I anticipated. Humans walked along the streets, going about their business, not knowing that I was unlike them. Some looked at me strangely, I looked around, on the verge of tears. I walked around the corner, and stood in shock. There were more identical streets. Like a maze, except bigger.

I observed what everyone was doing, to make sure I wasnt being followed. I couldnt see anyone out of the ordinary yet. How far away from home was I? I needed to get higher, to see over the city that was trapping me. I knew what my old home looked like, but I couldnt see over all these buildings.

I walked up to a building, inside I could see people hussling around, collecting papers and walking into lifts. I walked inside. People stared as my clothes were the one I wore before I left, the suit I was always forced to wear, its plastic coating glinting in the sunlight. I carried on walking quickly, into the lift. I panicked as the doors closed. What was this? A trick? Why have doors that open with no where to go? Like a ricketty cage trapping me.

I looked into the mirror, seeing my reflection. I looked at how my fell straight in the ponytail, which cascaded down my back. Strands of hair escaped the group, framing my face. Then i saw the lights. On the wall. Pretty coloured circles what shone in the dark lighting of the lift. I pushed one, testing what they did. The floor moved, and i started screaming. What was this? Had i just gotten into a death trap? I felt white hot fear fill my blood, burning everywhere it touched. Then, just as i thought the lift was going to plummet me to my death, the moving stopped, and the doors opened. Suddenly, i wasnt on the same floor. It was a floor with clothes. People hussled around, picking up items, then either putting back or putting them into baskets. I let out a breath i didnt realise i was holding. Incredible. Humans were smart.

I walked into the floor a little, looking around and walking to the first rack of clothes and running my finger along the fabric. I sighed. These felt amazing. No restricting plastic clothing, just soft fabric that had been sewn by hand.

Im not sure how the boy who saved me would find me, and it bothered me. Id never been allowed outside the walls, so i had no idea how to act or dress. I started walking awkwardly around, watching what other women did, what clothes they picked up.

A lady walked up to me. Her hair was cut into a bob, her glossy ginger hair bouncing as she approached. I looked at her clothes. She was wearing a plain polo and black trousers, with a badge with her name on.

"Would like some help ma'am?" She asked as she approached. She must have been about nineteen. I nodded, and she lead me through the store, picking up random pieces of clothing and handing them to me. Then she pushed me into a dressing room and ordered me to try them on.

I looked through what i was given. Some underwear, black ripped jeans, a white vest top with spray painted black writing saying 'Sexy Chic' with a leather jacket what came halfway down my arms, showing off my tattoo what curled round my arm in pale blue ink. The mark of a seraphim. We were born with

it.

I took in my appearance in the mirror, nodding in agreement. I looked good. I walked out to show the girl, and she smiled.

"I don't think anything is more right for you" She complimented. My smile grew wider, and i picked up my seraphim suit.

"Lets go pay" I said, walking to the cashier. Then i realised, i had no money. I stood awkwardly around, hoping a miracle would appear.