Young Blood

The beginning

        I feel my stomach twist, today's the day that I'm leaving my home. Actually, it's more like escaping a prison that I've been trapped in for 20 years. Don't get me wrong I don't hate my mom for trapping me here. In fact, I understand her reasoning. But every day that passes I feel more and more suffocated by the idea that my freedom is nonexistent.

     I love my mom I know she wants to protect me from the world. To protect me and my special gift. But I can't stay here anymore. I had planned this escape for months packed the right supplies that would last me for a couple of months. I don't know where I'm going I just know I have to go. I write a short note to my mom.

    Dear mom, I hope you don't cry while reading this. I'm leaving you to know that you can't keep me here forever and that one day I would need to leave the nest. Don't cry for me mom I'll be safe I promise and one day we will meet again.

    I put the note on the table and go to open the door. I hesitate the thought of stepping outside is still terrifying to me but if I don't leave now I may never go. I open the door as if I'm ripping off a bandage and what I see is utterly gorgeous. I've been outside a few times when I was little but still, I can never get over the beauty of the town. All the old buildings, the stone sidewalk. All the people chatting and the children playing. I absolutely love it.

    Forgetting my anxiety I run out feeling pure joy. I'm free! I'm free! I think. There's so much to do so much to see! I run down the busy streets searching for something that'll catch my eye. Then I hear a conversation a little bit away. “These fucking taxes are tearing our town apart. Soon everyone will be in poverty and no one will be able to even buy bread! If I ever see that damn dictator I'm gonna strangle him!” I heard a man yell. He was very large with shaggy brown hair and tan skin. “Be quiet Joseph! Someone might hear you!” A man with long black curly hair and dark skin whispered. “ Let them hear Aaron! I don't care!” The man Joseph yelled even louder.

     I quickly ran up to them “Excuse me, sirs, what are you guys talking about?”. “ Damn it Joseph see someone heard you!”. Joseph glared at Aaron and looked back to me. “ We're just talking about Alastair Hamilton and his new tax-raising the price of our rent!”. “ Who's Alastair Hamilton?” I said confused my mother had never said anything about a man name Alastair.

  “You don't know who Alastair Hamilton is! Do you live under a rock?” Joseph yelled in surprise. Aaron sighed “Alastair Hamilton is our “ leader” he's a dictator who took over the country after the death of our last leader. He's cold and greedy and for his cruelty, there is talk of a revolution”.

    “A revolution?”. “Yes, and this idiot!” Aaron said elbowing Joseph “and his big mouth is gonna get us caught.” “ Hey, I'm just very passionate!” Aaron yelled offended. Again Aaron sighed “Since you heard our plan you can join us” He pulled out a gun “Or perish”. I smiled “Oh ok that sounds cool when do we start!”. Joseph laughed “I like your enthusiasm kid!”. “This may have been a start to a beautiful family” Aaron said. I found out later that that was sarcasm.