Broken Apart

Prologue

I stepped up onto the ledge. Below me lie my city, my home, my life. It wasn't perfect. It was broken and little, but its mine.

I tried to take in my surroundings, but black dots blurred my vision.

A lake stretched out into the distance behind a cluster of houses. Slack white town houses, big enough to fit a family.

My colony. Colony 15.

I looked straight down.

Below me stood trees. Orange, red, gold trees. Their leaves flew into the air, briskly, and swirled around my weak form.

The Colonies aren't a place you would want to be right now, but I don't have a choice. Security is high, and I'm trapped. My knees started to shake from the wind, pushing at the weak point behind my knees.

Each colony provides something to keep the other alive, to support each other. 15 supplies Government. The Dome in our center, that's where our people thrive. IT's the center of the city where the doctors, the market and our leader, Adira Cane. She's brutal, but good and fair to her people in The Colonies.

I took a step closer to the edge.

My quivering hand grabbed at the air, a lush leaf pressed into my palm. I lifted it to my face. Its veins were straight and pure, like The Colonies used to be. Our leadership is going downhill, fast.

Its color is a light, and beautiful, olive. I let it rest in my shaking palm for a moment longer, before curling in my fingers and watch it fall to pieces, fall into the abyss.

My gaze caught sight of the band around my forearm. It was red, for my Colony, and studded with silver plastic diamonds. My fingers trailed around the snake tattoo's around my other forearm. A blue and a green, their gazes menacing.

I took another step, my feet hanging over the air.

I opened my fist and looked at the oil it left. That was how easily our society was crumbling.

The air rushed around me and I felt my body fall.