The Order

The Boy

I lift my head up upon hearing the soft squeak of a door.

"Shh, she's sleeping" a deep voice spoke within the darkness. I quietly listened as a man chatted with another.

"You'll be assigned to subject 99378 for the remainder of the month, maybe even longer. There is information about the subject in here". The sound of the crinkled paper invaded the room. "If you have any questions use your buzzer". With that, the door closed and there was silence.

Soft footsteps began walking in the opposite direction of me. "Hello?", I called out briefly forgetting why I was here. The footsteps stopped and my breath caught.

How could I forget? How could anybody forget? 

The lights flicked on illuminating the once dark room and illuminated the boy.

The boy. A boy. The dark-haired pale boy. Who was he? Well, I guess that didn't matter, what did was what he came in here for.

Me.

He stood still not turning around. A chill ran down my spine but I wasn't nervous, in fact, I was comfortable for I had been in this situation before. yes before, not too long ago the memories all flooding my brain quickly telling me the reason I am here.

The girl deemed "unfit for trials". Soiled. Worthless. Weak. All the names were given to me for what my body couldn't do. 

Produce.

My eyes began swelling but tears wouldn't come out. I've already cried every night since the trial, awaiting for a miracle to help me become "normal" like the others. 

Lost in thought I didn't notice the approaching boy. As he came closer I took in his appearance.

He was cute.

I bit my tongue hard remembering the rules. #65. Appearance does not matter and one that notices appearance is one that is a whore. The memory of that lecture flashed in my head, the minster looking directly at me, all the girls laughing. 

Whore. Whore. Whore. I am a whore.

His feet bumped into my bed bringing me out of my trance. "Hi", I said politely but the boy just stared at me. His frost blue eyes revealing the emotion of annoyance.  "Whore!". He yelled out at me with anger, kicking my bed in the process. 

"No, I'm not". My eyes left his gaze as I defended myself. " Yeah sure" He shot back sarcastically while walking back to the opposite side of the room. 

A tear trickled down my face. No matter where I go I'll always hold that title. Kids and Adults looking down on me, only a few showing pity. A worthless whore. I turned to the other side of my bed letting my remaining tears soak my skin.