Looks Can Deceive

Chapter 19

The main factory room is huge. The walls are rusty and the yellow paint is peeling off the walls. The windows have baseball sized holes in them. All the factory equipment is running. I can barely hear anything because of the machines loud humming noises. Everywhere I look there is a blonde working. Pressing buttons of different colors, assembling items, packing things in brown boxes of all sizes. They all look sad. I see some of the younger workers crying. Some blondes get there fingers stuck in machines. It is all to much to take in. 

I knew it was bad, but never this bad. I see Hanna across the room. She looks absolutely disgusted. I walk around to her. I see people with their knuckles and hands bleeding. Pain in their eyes. All these people are miserable. Working all day. Everyday. No day off. How do these people live? Living in pain their whole lives. I reach Hanna and almost faint. I can't handle this. I want to change this. Make people free. Make everyone equal. They deserve it. Send me here. Let them go. Please.

The worst things are the guards. Pushing people over. Poking them with there guns. Yelling at them, if they stop to each there nose. Laughing in their face if there hand starts to bleed. They think they are the best people. Keeping the blondes in order. If I was stronger, I would try to kill one. But I couldn't go through with it. I walk around.

"Ms. why do you hate blondes?"

I hear someone say behind me. I turn around. The girl looks to be about 2. I want to tell her that we don't. That we shouldn't. That anyone who does is awful. That no one truly does. We are just meant to think that. I would tell this girl. But I really don't want to be responsible for 2 deaths of young people today. I just keep walking.

I see Hanna climb a ladder to a balcony. I follow her up the wobbly ladder. I reach the top and look over the edge. I almost fall over the railing. I see the sad faces of everyone. I see 2 year olds working. Once you can stand you are working. When you turn 5 you are sent to school. After 8th grade if you don't pass you are sent back to the Factory. It's messed up. Parents that live here, want there children back. If I had a child I would rather never see them again, then have them here.

I watch the people till lunch. Hanna and I go to the mess hall and eat silently. I see a person cleaning up Grace's blood. I keep seeing the bullet go through her body. Her limp body fall to the floor. Getting stabbed in the stomach. Her bleeding in the hallway. People walking over her. Kicking her. The people here have no heart.

I have no appetite. Is that how people eat here? They just can't physically eat anymore. Is it just to hard? That is how I feel. I can't eat and I don't want to. The food in front of me looks fantastic. But I can't eat it. Hanna moves her food around on her plate, and takes a couple of bites.

I am about to go to my room for a bit, when I hear a noise. It's coming from the Factory. It's not a loud machine. Its a pretty sound. A nice one. One that I would like to hear. It reminds me of happiness. I walk to the door. When I walk in, everyone on the Factory floor is singing. They are singing about good things. About sunshine, family, laughter. Anything but work. They look happy. I have a feeling Grace would have loved this. She looked like she needed some happiness. She deserved it too.

I climb the ladder. I watch the smiling people work. It has changed my mood. Yes, they are still in pain. But they look like they don't care anymore.

I notice something out of the corner of my eye. 2 men climbing up the balcony. They reach the top. I want to run. But then I notice they aren't coming for me. They start to climb to the window. The 2 men pull each other up to the top. I hear the people stop singing and follow them.

Factory workers are all climbing up and to the window. They start smashing for holes. Everyone is cheering them on. The guards look confused. All the guards to try to get to the balcony. They are knocked down by a large man at the top. The guards whisper for a minute. Then they pull out there guns. They start to fire at everyone.

I jump from the balcony. I watch everything. I can't look away. Blood is everywhere. Screaming and crying are heard over the machines. I see the 2 men who first climb jump out the window. Gone. When the shooting is finally over. So many are on the ground dead. They clear out the rest of the workers and me into the hall. They clear out the bodies, then they are sent back to work.

I was right, Grace was only one of the many to die today.