The Revolution

Chapter 3

The first month was the worst.

The room was all grey. So grey it might have been black.

There were two metallic beds with a thin sheet of man-made harsh cotton blanket. There was a small basin with water which we were only allowed to use tice a day as well as a bucket for our wastes. There were no windows and the small LED lights only came on twice a day for an hour.

Our routine was simple. The metallic bed would violently vibrate to wake us up, we would use the basin and have a small serving of tasteless, almost grey runny porridge. After that, a woman would come in and have a 'talk' wit each of us privately.

"The laws are here to protect you. You were born a crime and that is why you are here. You must be thankful to be here. Would you rather be burnt for being a crime or stay here?" Her light brown eyes penetrated mine, challenging me.

"I haven't-" I began but she wouldn't let me answer.

"You are the consequence of the consequence of your mothers crime so you will always be a crime. It's in your blood, if you never came here, everyone would be able to tell so we are here to keep you alive. Be grateful. You are a crime." And with that she stood and left the room.

I was left deep in thought. I shouldnt be here.

Or should I? Do I have a right to live?

For the rest of the day, the questions were scratching at the back of my mind, eager for answers.

"You okay?" Marks hand cupped my cheek.

I stared into his eyes for a long time. At first, I only saw the blueness of his eyes. But as I continued to stare, I saw a different depth of his eyes, i saw his longing for freedom, his hope and i saw the crystal blue sea and wide open infinite sky. I was taken back by all of this emotion all  in his eyes.

"You want to get out of here?" I amost whispered.

Mark let go of my cheek and his face looked wretched.

"Someday Somwhere." He muttered.

Just as he said that, the bell buzzed which meant that someone had arrived. It was that woman who always told me i was a crime and she came with another young lady who almost looked frightened.

"Sit down." She ordered.

The other woman took out a long thin syringe and filled it with a clear liquid. She held my arm and injected it slowly and painfully. I felt the cold liquid seep through my veins, travelling through my blood and a sudden dizzy spell hit me.  Next the woman injected me again but instead, my dark blood went into the small tube. Black spots were forming in my vision, everything was blurring and my head felt heavy.

"Grace? Grace!"

 ...

I was walking through darkness, my hands guiding me. The world felt empty, everything felt empty except that my shoulders felt heavy. With burden, with the mistakes of my parents.

My hands reached something. A wall.

"I love you"

Who was speaking?

I couldn't continue walking. the wall blocked me so I turned around to go back but there was a wall there too. I was trapped.

"We'll go somewhere far away"

The voice sounded so close yet so far away. The walls were closing in on me.

"Ill never hurt you, I promise"

Who is going to hurt me? I wanted to scream for help but my voice stuck in my throat. I tried and tried but I couldn't make a sound. The walls were squeezing me, my insides were exploding, the pain was exhilarating.  My body was falling apart.

"Grace, be strong"

"He-Help.. Me!" I forced the words out with divine strength.

"I am here Grace. I am here"