Wreckless

Five.

The room was filled with echoing snores and people moving around on their spring loaded beads.

It wasn't like i thought it would be here, although so far all that's happened is orders being shouted at us, and i'm not sure why there are so many criminals, when they treat you like your in the army.

Back at home the only crime you could commit was wearing clothes that just didn't go well together. We lived in an area where fashion and bright colors were our main priority, but here, it seems like they don't have one.

Our little home, was a large barn filled with beds and a large closet, so we get to pick our clothes for a week. Only until our tests are complete, then we have to fully obey by area five state laws, get a job, get a family, and live until we die.

Even if i was in area three still, the rules would be the same. I wouldn't have such a loud say in my life, but i get to chose who i marry, which is good.

I sighed and rolled over, tucking my hands under my pillow, it's been so long since i've closed my eyes that they're almost starting to ache.

A loud 'psst' echoed around the room, making me sit up, i could see a shadow-y figure also sat up in their bed, a few rows down from me.

"Liz, you awake?" They asked and i shrugged, giggling.

"Yeah. Just thinking." I responded, swinging my legs around, and hopping off the bed, making a ridiculous amount of noise in the process.

Zoe met me half way and i quickly took hold of her wrist, and began to drag her behind me as i made a b-line for the exit.

The cold air met us as we rushed out, the street-lights were still on, a bright orange glow illuminating down the streets.

"There was a cafe up this way, wanna check it out?" Zoe said, tugging on my sleeve.

We'd been given pajamas too, mine was a thin black long sleeved sweater and a pair of black cotton shorts, leaving my feet bare and exposed to the gravel on the sidewalk. But since the cold had now numbed my feet, i could hardly feel it.

 The cafe was dimly lit with artificial orange lights Zoe pulled the door open, warmth suddenly greeting us as we stepped in, looking around at the very few people who were actually there. The large oak clock showed that it was quarter past midnight.

"That dudes got a gun." Zoe whispered as we passed an old looking guy, he was dressed in a ripped grey t-shirt and some black baggy pants. I cringed at the sight of his revolver just sat in the open on the table in front of him. His beady eyes shot up as he stared at us, watching as we walked to a table far from his.

"So why are you here?" Zoe asked as we took a seat at a small, chipped wooden table, i sighed and looked around, there were only three people here, one of them was the creepy gun guy, another was a young looking kid, and the other was the woman working behind the counter.

"The test-" I began but she chuckled and shook her head.

"Yeah yeah, i mean what did you do wrong in the test?" She said, scanning over the menu, before she put it to the side, her brown eyes boring into mine.

"I- i don't know." I said, frowning slightly, her face showed confusion as she looked over at me, leaning back in her chair and kicking her feet up on the table.

"At the end your suppose to have a quick evaluation from your nurse, did you not have that?" She asked, raising a brow at me.

"No, i got woken up and told to leave. I must have over slept in it." I mused. But she didn't seem convinced.

"That's not possible, they set it so that's never happens." Zoe pressed on, but i know that it didn't happen, i mean, i was there after all!

"Well, it did.."  That was an awful defence, but it was all i'd got. The whole subject was freaking me out. Zoe simply nodded and her eyes scanned the empty cafe, looking over at every piece of mould and dust that laced the air.

"Wanna get a tattoo? I heard about the place up town, it's open 24/7." Zoe said, swinging her legs off the table and standing to her feet, looking own at me expectantly.

"Oh, sure." I said, although i wasn't too sure if i wanted a tattoo, i remember when my brother came home with one.

The front door opened slowly, and cautiously my older brother, Ian stepped in, his scruffy hair flopped over his face as his eyes searched around frantically.

"IAN!" I chirped, running into him, he chuckled and lifted me up.

"Hey! Is mom home?" Ian asked, looking around some more, i nodded and pointed to the kitchen. He took a deep breath and put me down, letting me wander off back into the kitchen. Mom was stood by the sink, washing some dishes.

"Hey, mom?" Ian said, standing by the doorway, mom turned to face him with an adorned smile on her tired face.

"Ian, sweetie, what is it?" She asked after she noticed his uncomfortable stance.

"I got a tattoo." He said, lifting his shirt up to show the large owl that sat over his chest and down his stomach, i frowned as he looked over it,, smiling slightly.

"Why?" Was all my mom could manage to say before a tear rolled down her cheek, "You'll be sent to area five, my boy. My own son." She chocked.

"It represents freedom, a bird in flight, an eagle was too obvious, so i thought-"

"Well you thought wrong! You know what they do to people over there." My mom whispered harshly, making Ian look down at the floor.

"They do piercings too! I wanna get some." Zoe said, snapping me out of my thoughts. My mom was right, he did get sent to area five, and not a week later he was thought to be dead, murdered even.

But i never did anything wrong. So why am i here?

"I want to dye my hair.." I proposed, smiling. I'm here now, i might as well make the most of it. Even if it is just something like dying my hair.

"Do it! It'll be so cool!" Zoe said as she reached out and pulled me from my seat.

//The tattoo Ian got is on the side.

Thank you for reading!

Please if you will:

Comment, vote

<3//