We learn in history books that the statement "Who are you?" used to be custom to be followed by a name, an emotion or a simple statement of existence. Those pages have been fade and torn only to be replaced over the years with the responses of Blue, Red, or maybe even Green. So the question is Who Are You?
The moment a child is born they are taken before for the council for evaluation. It is then and there when the newly born child will be placed under the supervision of the color they are assigned with one goal and one goal in mind and that is perfection. With each stage in life a person must pass regular mandatory evaluations. You never know when your evaluation will take place. One moment you could be eating dinner with your family and the next men in suits will walk in and take you away for your evaluation. If you pass you are returned, if you need to be adjusted you will be kept for exactly one month, but if you are rejected all anyone knows is that you will never return.
You would think after twenty years I would be used to the idea of the time I lived in. Everyone else around me seems to accept the life we are told to live. Was I really the only one who didn't think this was right?
I got up from my bed turning on the light to find my phone. It was two in the morning and once again I had fallen asleep early. Letting out a huff I made my way to my little sisters room. Pushing her door open slowly I could see she was fast asleep. I pushed my way into her room over to the nightstand. Her little pink pillbox was opened and empty for today's date. I couldn't help but smile. She was so lucky. She was normal. She never forgot to take her one white pill every night before bed. She has only been called for an evaluation twice and each time it only took an hour with nothing but a perfect report. She was only eight and she had the whole world ahead of her.
I pushed her blond hair out of her face and pushed the covers tighter around her just like mom would have done if she was here. I took one last glance at her before walking out and closing the door behind me.
"Don't look at me in that tone.." I spoke dryly as turned around to see Mathew waiting for me. He let shook his head and walked over pointing at my chest. I crossed my arms glaring at him. His right eyebrow was raised "I see you fell asleep before re-taping again" I felt my face start to turn red and looked away. "Don't worry little prince I was just about to go take care of it." "Well fine. If you need any help you know where to find me." with that he turned around and walked back to his room. If it wasn't for his dad taking in us in when my mom was going through her evaluation I don't know what we would have done. It's hard to believe that was over six years ago sense she was here and just a year since his dad had passed. Both me and Matthew kept up his dads restaurant below the apartment running so we could support each other and my little sister. I shook my head clearing my thoughts as I turned to head tord my room.
I made sure to lock the door behind me before pulling my bandage wraps out of my desk and making my way to the full body mirror. I realized what Matthew meant when he was pointing at my chest. I had forgotten to put a shirt back on before leaving my room. All i had on was shorts and a tank top which showed off the full chest wrap that was starting to come undone. I started by taking my tank top off then slowly unwrapped my now dirty bandage. The top layer wasn't bad but the bottom was extremely painful. Balling up the taussig it in the trash.
I turned around closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. Looking over my shoulder i could see the two bumps on both my shoulder blades starting to grow back. It wouldn't be long before I would have saw them off again. I hide them with the wraps around my upper body and threw a large shirt. I made my way back to my bed and pulled out my jar for today. Like a shot I downed the pills swallowing them all at one time. Turning off my light I layed down on my stomach. I felt the calmness take me over and like alway I let it.
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Pill City
FantasyYou must be perfect or they will make you that way. If that is impossible you must go away.