Going Away

Chapter One "Gone"

     "I'm off to work." The man she would call her husband chimes as he heads to the door. He lingered there for a moment to her her say her goodbye and give her the small peck on her cheek that became her typical ritual. As he leaves she admired him, Mark was a rather good looking man. Standing at nearly six foot three he towered over her small build. His dark brown eyes reminded her of the rich chocolate he would bring her from other districts in other countries. He was a very defined man, his jaw was like a sharp piece of glass and many women had made comments about doing indecent things to him because of it. She was looking out as he left, the new shiny car pulling away with nearly no sound, a sly smirk formed on her lips as she watches him leave the small gated community they lived in.

     "Good bye Mark." Her voice now even and cold with a mischievous look on her face. She takes her usual place on the sofa just to be sure he won't return. She was the kind of woman men didn't give second glances, if she was spotted walking down a busy sidewalk no one would notice this meek lady. She always was quiet and blended in with her surroundings much like a chameleon. Her hair was black and pin straight and her skin was as pale and pure as porcelain. She had a simple build with not much to look at besides her wide hips and nice legs. Today she decided to no longer play the soccer mom and house wife role she'd been so generously granted by her husband.

     Moving to their shared room she began the collecting of her the photo of her childhood home and family, the diamond earrings her mother gave her for her wedding night, the button up red shirt that fit her hips perfectly got thrown into her case as well. When she finally finished she looked around at the destroyed room with a small smug smile. "Serves that bastard right." Her voice in almost a feral growl slips out of her rosy red lips.  Looking in the mirror she laughed. The bright floral pattern sun dress she wore on Fridays to please Mark was draped on her body almost like a heavy chain. Going to her closet she plunged into the depths and pulled out an outfit she'd been saving for this day.

    Once dressed she pulled her hair from its bun and let her long black hair cascade down her back like a waterfall. She pulled a well loved leather jacket on over a simple grey tank top and enjoyed the lush feeling of the satin liner against her cool skin. she looked in the mirror one last time, her favorite maroon skinny jeans completed the look giving all the dull colors a good contrast, and finally her old black Converse high tops she hadn't been allowed to wear since her marriage with Mark. She thought for a moment on the old ways of the district she had lived in.

     Her old district, Poli, or the Red district was full of people who were talented business men and women. These people were politicians, crooked and corrupt. Her parents were no exception, they had decided on her 15th birthday they would sell her away to a prospective husband that would provide an immense fortune. There was no surprise when the wealthy members of Weta district fought for the girl's hand. These men were known for their ideas that a young girl would bear better children and they would have a stronger blood line. Though this could have just been a cover story for the perversion that all of these men seemed to have in common. Mark had won in the end, her parents couldn't have been more pleased by the winner. Mark was the owner of a very powerful company that built technology for the military. After his previous wife had died during childbirth, he decided his next woman would start off as young as available.

     As it was now nearing noon, and Mark would return home at any time soon to get his lunch he expected to have daily. She then decided to make her escape. Slipping her duffle bag onto her shoulder she walked out to the front, turning for one final look at the hell she had endured for the past two years and gave a final snicker and left. She stepped out the door with a huge cheshire cat smile, she was free. She was a bird left with an open cage door now free to explore her world. She was no longer Mark's wife she was Ella Waters.

 I am Ella Waters.