The Purpose

Goodbye

Today is the day. Freedom will be lost. Individuality will be forgotten. And me I will disappear. Ever since I was born I've had the same fate. Fulfill my life purpose and then forget. Each person like me is submitted to a hearing to decide what our purpose is. Once the they have decided I will leave. Never to see family , friends, or my old self again. Today my life will be decided. I awoke at sunrise. I have 5 hours to say my goodbyes. I walk down stairs to see sister holding her sorrow in and smacking bread against the silver plates. I tiptoes down with quiet grace and hide behind the dust wood wall. " hey" I whispered. She spun around as quick as a bat. "Is it you" she said in a croaky voice. I always knew this was coming and so did she. I remember when I was 10, I heard my her crying tears streaming down her red eyes. I didn't know why at the time. All I knew was the my sisters Allie and Claire were gone. I waited and hid between the poles on the stair case. I felt true pain for the first time. It blared through me like a gun shot right in my chest. I just wished I knew.

I learned soon after that what happened. At age 12 I began my preparations. I went to school for the first time but I knew a fair amount of information because my mom did the required schooling. I knew my abc's, numbers, music, mathematics,reading, science, my country's history, etc. I got on the train on my 12th birthday and headed to the facility. Their I learned manners, sewing, cleaning, listening, discipline, and everything else I would need for my untold future. Every year on my birthday I got to go home and visit my family for a couple hours at a time. My brother told me my future is likely determined based on my parents yearly income. My parents are dead.

They died when I was 7.Around the end of summer we were in our old station wagon when my mom screamed out of pain. She was having a heart attack . It was beating through her. All I could do was sit and watch. My dad tried to help her and then he lost the wheel. We ran off the bridge into the lake. Water was rushing into car rapidly. I was banging on the door desperately trying to escape . My mom was already dead and my dad was barely hanging on. Then I fell. I woke up in a hospital a week later. I don't know what happened. My mom was gone, my dad was the victim and I was the survivor.

My oldest brother was 18 he was just about to find his purpose when he was let out of it to be the family's main supporter and of course had to marry. The law was that a man needed a wife to take care of the children or will be put to death. He married a sweet girl named Nicole and her purpose was to be a last resort. She completed my last year of schooling.

" Remember your name" my brother told me giving me a big bear hug. " They will only let you keep that." "Wait, we have 15 minutes." He pulled me over into a chair. He strangely pulled out a ink filled needle. My father was a tattoo artist. " one last thing they will never take away." The pain filled me for ten minuets, planting the needle into my forearm. After 10 minutes he stepped away and I looked. It was a robin flying over a maple tree. I was stunned. " I won't forget the name Robin Maple."