Flawed

An Empty Road of Sadness

       I feel the bumps of the road while driving down a dark alley. We're in an unknown area, hundreds of miles from my house. All I can see are buildings and I can only infer that they're abandoned. I see no people, no civilization. Probably for miles on and miles away. The road is deformed, most of the windows of the buildings are broken, and a lot of the buildings are slowly disengrating. The car suddenly stops. 

"Oh darn. A flat tire! You've got to be kidding me!" I overhear one of the men complaining. I think it might be Officer Dale. He has a dark and raspy voice.

"For goodness sakes, shut the hell up John! I'm tired of hearin' you complain all the time." 

"Yeah, yeah." says one of the men. I can hear a sense of saracasm in his voice.

As the two bicker, I observe my surroundings. I'm in the back seat of the car. There's a barrier seperating me from the police men. The car looks ancient. The seats are made of leather and are flaking. Parts of the windows are broken and they haven't even bothered to clean it. It smells like a dumpster. 

"Hey!" I shout out to the men, "Stop bickering, would you? Let's get a move on." 

"Hey, stop bickering would you..." Officer Dale mimicks me.

"Wow, real mature." I roll my eyes.

"A 16 year old telling me to grow up? Wow, Roy. Can you believe it? Now and days, teenagers are drinking away and partying all night at that old bar. Where was it again? Oh yeah somewhere in Dallas. Called the Gingerbread I think. They let any person in that bar. That's probably where this bratty teenager spends her Friday nights. Why don't you little lady grow up?" 

I sigh and let it go. I don't think Dale really cares where I spend my Friday nights.

"John, let the girl be. She's had a rough day." Officer Roberts explains. 

"People have had worse."

So there's something worse than being taken away from your parents? Yup. 

They get out of the car to check out the flat tire. As they work on the tire, I decided this would be a good time to ask some questions.

"Hey!" they ignore me, "HEY! Listen to me you two. This a big mistake. I'm not flawed. You've got to let me go."

Officer Roberts peers into the window.

"Sorry missy. No can do." he shakes his head in a sympathetic way. 

"Well, you mind tellin' me what the hell is goin' on here?" 

"You'll get your explanation soon. You gotta wait like every other gal who's flawed."

    I sigh. It's no use. It's not like they care anyways. I've been trying to figure it out this whole time. Why in the world would I be labeled as a flawed human being? I've got the looks, the talent, the grades, and even the house. Why would my society label me as this horrible thing? My friends back in Dallas always looked down on them. Laughed at them as they went into their horrible looking school while we entered our nice and modern school. I'm starting to feel guilty. 

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    We arrive at this hospital themed building. Well that's what it seems to be. At the top of the building, it has a red bold sign that says "Flawed Rerouting". I grab my backup, ready to go outside for some fresh air. We've probably been driving for a total of three hours. My butt hurts. 

John (Officer Dale) unbuckles his seatbelt swiftly, opens the door to his car, and experiences some difficulty opening the car door.

"Hey can I get some help over here?" he points at the door.

Roy (Officer Roberts) looks up at him with an annoyed face.

"Must I do everything?" he complains, "You sound like an old man."

I chuckle a bit. It's probably the first time I've smiled since leaving home. John glares at me with his beady eyes. Ok, now I'm scared.

When they finally manage to get the door open, I rush out the door for some fresh air.

"No so fast pretty lil' lady." he grabs arms and brings them to my back, "We gotta put these on first to make sure you don't escape." He puts me in handcuffs. I'm uncomfortable already. They feel too tight around my hands. 

"Do I really have to?" I frowned.

"No special treament." he raised his eyebrows, "Let's go."