Wings of Freedom

The Price for answer

It was early the next day when I finally decided to find Mr. Jag and ask my question. I wasn't sure why the need to know the truth was so strong inside me, y Yet I need to put a end to it all. I looked around the house trying to find Mr. Jag when a staff member stop and told me he was in his home office.

I stood by the office door feeling very unsure and not sure that the answer were that important after all. I had hoped to be able to meet on neutral grounds when I had talked to him, but life seemed to have other plans. I was getting ready to walk away deciding that it was not worth it after all when the door opened.

"Wynter, is there anything I can help you with?" asked Mr. Jag

"Ummm...Nope. Just walking around trying to understand the layout," I softly spoke

"Wynter, please come into my office. There are a few things I would like to go over with you," Mr. Jag sternly said

I was not sure if I was in trouble or what, but what I did know is my fighting instincts chose that point to show itself. It took all my will power to shove my fighter soul back down and walk into the office. I knew that I need to save my strength for the right moment to escape.

Mr. Jag softly closed the door behind him and came to sit behind his desk. I took a seat and felt uneasiness start to slip into my being. There would be no escaping what he had planned for me. All I could do was wait and see what Mr. Jag would do.

"I want you to know that your not in trouble. I know that Mitch wrote you a letter. I want to tell you Mitch has been set free. He had worked very hard to heal and there is more work for him to do still that he must do on his own," said Mr. Jag "There is much work for you to do Wynter before you will be set free. I would like to know that when the time comes where would you like to be set free to?"

"I am not sure Mr. Jag. Anywhere, but back to my family. They no longer alive," I said

Mr. Jag nodded his head, but I could tell that he had some questions. It was in that moment that my courage returned to me. Before I could stop myself Iasked my question.

"Is all the things Mitch and Rox said true? Did you save them? Give them back their lives? That you can be trusted? That you have been doing this for a bit of time? Do you really treat your property you buy at the shop as human beings and not property? Or is this all some sick game you play to gain their trust before you kill them?" I asked bluntly

I watched Mr. Jag face trying to see if anything I had just said phased him at all. Yet he kept a straight face, but his eyes seem to say that I had wounded him.

"Wynter this is not a game to me. That the men and women I get from these 'shops', through trades, and bribes. I see them as humans. They are son and daughters, maybe even moms and fathers, if that not bad enough brothers and sisters to someone out in the world. I help them reconnect to their humanity that they thought they lost. Bring the life back into them. So that when they are ready they can reconnect with their loved ones," said Mr. Jag "Now please leave me, Wynter I have some work I need to get done."

I left Mr. Jag's office feeling like complete trash. Not sure why I even spoke to him that way. I felt as I need to say 'I'm sorry,' however I didn't dare bother him at that moment. I thought I would let things calm down and talk to him again at dinner.

Before I realized lunch had come and gone with no sight of Mr. Jag. Rox told me it was not uncommon for him to work right through lunch. The same thing happened at dinner and Rox told me the same thing she did at lunch. Nevertheless I didn't buy it this time, I had a gut feeling it was me he was avoiding. I went into the room I was staying in an started my letter to Mr. Jag.

Dear Mr. Jag, I am sorry for the way I acted in your office this morning. I had no right to accuse you of such a horrible act as I did. I feel as if there is much that I still have to learn One being trust. I feel as nothing I say will be good enough to ease the pain that I have caused. If you wish to return me back to the shop or never talk to me again I will understand. At some point if you chose to keep me that I will be able to speak of my ex-family. Wynter

I caught Rox walking by my room and asked her if she could drop the letter off in Mr. Jag office. She looked at me strangely at first yet took the letter.

I laid in bed that night staring at the ceiling wondering if he would send me back to the shop. I figured if he did it would be what I deserved for the crime I comment. After three hours of staring at the ceiling I realized that I was probably not going to get much sleep. I might as well try to be productive until sleep decided to show up.

Memory I grew up in a small town where everyone knew everything about you. At first I thought it was great I was able to walk everywhere and if I need help everyone knew. It all changed when I went to school with a black eye. I told my friend that I slipped and hit my head off the door. It was not too bad at first nothing to worry about. That was until the beatings got worse at home. Then rumors started to go around that I had this older boyfriend that was beating me. Another rumor was I was just clumsily and should be locked away into a padded room for my own safely. Soon enough my mom brought hom my baby sister just a year younger than me. Life went back to a normal family for a bit. When my sister was outside playing I was made to stay inside. It wasn't t0o long before life started to chance once again. My sister took my place in school. I was no longer allowed to do anything. Our parents would lock me in the basement. They made sure to drill in my brain that I meant nothing to them. That I was just taking up soace. The beatings became a part of my daily living. I ate when they told me that I could. I was never allowed to see anyone. I had to to stay hidden from the world. I gave up on time. Life seemed pointless to me, I didn't understand why I was still alive. The day came when my parents allowed me at last out of the basement. I saw my sister was ill. I was told I had to go with dad to pick up supplies. I knew our mom lied, but I didn't say anything. Two hours later I was dropped off at a cabin and was told to stay put. Once again time past by and I was alone. I managed to find some food and keep pushing on. When our dad came back for me it was almost too late for me. I was than sold to the shop. The ruler nursed me back to health just to loan me out, abuse me, and so much worse. I fought to escape with every fiber in my body, however the beating kept getting worse everytime I got caught. At some point I simply gave up. I vowed that I would hide my fighters spirit until the time was right. It was one night before I planned to escape again when I was suddenly taken away from the rest of hte girls and given a new job. To train the new comers, I hate my job. Now I need to end my life, I would have if I had not been sold to you. Mr. Jag, I see the hope in Mitch that I once had. I see the caring soul in Rox. If I hadn't seen their physical scars I would have thought badly of you. Thank you for rescuing me. I want to re-learn what it means to live again. Will you help...

It was at that point I felt tears rool down my face. I couldn't finish my writing. I folded it up and wrote Mr. Jag on it. I figured at some point I would get the courage to give it to him.

I crawled back into bed and stared at the ceiling once again. It was early morning when I gave up. I grab the letter and went to Mr. Jag office to drop it off. As I was exiting his office I ran into Rox.

"Would you like to join me in the garden and watch the sun come up?" asked Rox

I simply nodded my head and followed Rox to the garden.