Story of My Life

Prologue

We were young. It was the middle of February. We have been friends ever since we were 5 and we fell in love when we were 15. That was when it started. We just turned 18. We never thought we would get caught or picked to enter the Family Battlefield. We came from poor families so that is how we became so close without all of the material items that the High Ones own. He was there for me when my family was at their lowest. His name is Harry. Harry Edward Styles. Even he would be at the lowest as everyone else. Everyone seemed at their lowest all the time with the high unemployment, lack of food, and poorly built houses that were falling apart from the roof down. The only ones that were never unemployed or had to worry were the High Ones. They were the richest in the entire town and were never to go into the Family Battlefield due to all the money they could bribe the Officials with. Once in the Family Battlefield, there is no escape, or so we were told. You remain in there as long as it takes for you to die, naturally or bloody, it does not matter as long as you were as lifeless as the ground you walk on. Harry and I would wander into the forest and always talk about how we could run away and start a new life. He would get a job in as a blacksmith and we would be able to find a rental. We would slowly become part of the High Ones and be able to provide for our families. We would get married and have a humble family that would not look down on the Commons. It was amazing because we would talk about our future in specific detail and it seemed perfect. I would give anything to relive one of those days. He always knew what to say and how to say it, even if it was something unspeakable. Harry's voice was deep and soothing that would make me melt everytime he spoke. His voice was like music for my soul; whenever we were put in the Family Battlefield, I longed to hear his voice just to know he was okay. The collect and soothing voice I knew was broken and shaken causing tears to flow down my face. I was separated from my love when we had to go to our separate Family. I could only see him and talk to him through a fence when the night sky was above us and the lamp posts were burned out. Harry's sparkling green eyes that were full of life when he smiled and laughed became full of sorrow and fear. The bright smile that would blind me disappeared into nothing. I wanted nothing more than to hold him, but all we could do was hold hands through the fence. I craved his touch which I knew I would never receive. At least, not anytime soon. We had very limited time to see each other; if we were caught, death would come sooner than we would hope. It was hard for the both of us since we have been inseparable for 13 years. I missed Harry and cried every night. I was scared for the Battle days and did not want to have to kill Harry. I cursed the day of the Calling. My name is Alice Styles and this is my our story.

(Note: Hello.  I could not keep up with my last story but I had this dream and decided to write it down.  If you like it or don't like it, I would appreciate feedback.  I will update as soon as I am able to.  Enjoy!)