At 7 years old, I became alone. After a child's personality has developed when a child turned 7, or as what the "Society" claims to be facts, they were separated into 4 categories- life, lief, ilef and the unspoken. Being sorted into ilef was considered a disgrace, and that was where I was sorted into. No family, no friends, nothing. Everyday was a living nightmare, with dead bodies of those that committed suicide strewn over the streets. There was absolutely nothing to live for. I wanted to know what happiness was ,i wanted to see how my family looks like now, i wanted to be free from here. That was my only motivation to stay alive and escape from here. Even if I die, I would at least die without regrets. My journey in LIFE, and eventually into ILEF, as my so called "therapy" begins starts now. Romance, hopelessness and sacrifice, something I hope to have never experienced engulfed my journey, towards death or a better life. I would never know.
LIFE and LIEF are those that are contented with life and are classified as 'normal' in this society. LIEF however were considered to be the more desired ones in today's society as they would gladly accept anything life throws at them and would sacrifice food or resources for the good of others. They would still be happy about it.
ILEF however was deemed to be "flawed" as happiness was a rare emotion for them, and are hence hushed to another part of the world, where it was filled with people of the same kind. Reason? Because depression was "contagious", and there was no point providing for those that would never be satisfied.
The unspoken, well there is a reason why its not spoken.
I live in a world where I am nameless. I live in a world where I do not matter except or unless I am owned by someone. I do not have rights, freedoms, joys, wishes, or aspirations. I am property. I was born and raised to belong to someone that will one day take me away like the fairy tale stories that I listened to everyday in the house I live in. I prayed every night that a handsome prince would come and take me to live in his castle just like in the books. I prayed that I would be a princess and have a kingdom just like in the books. But I was never told that the books were all lies. I was never told the true reason why I was a well sought after commodity. I was never told that I am not the only one like me. When I found out it was too late to save myself.
To think and in less than 4 days I will be taken away from my current home and be in a home of my own. I sat on the simple wooden bed hoping that my owner was nice and kind. I hated to think about some of the stories that I heard about the other girls like me. I hated thinking about being exterminated because I made my owner unhappy. I thought to myself that I would try real hard to keep him happy.
I remember the covenant of rules that would keep me and my owner happy. I would need to follow five rules. 1. Always obey my owner. 2. Always be available to my owner. 3. Never talk back. 4. Always agree with my owner. 5. I am not human so I cannot do human things.
I wondered how pretty human women were. I was so nervous about my departure I nearly refused to leave my room. I could leave if there wasn’t anything wrong with me physically.
I remember the den mother telling me not to do anything that would cause a refund or else I would be exterminated upon refund. My new owner had thirty days to return me. If he returned me and no one else was interested I would be exterminated. I would be killed because it would be thought that I was defective and no one would want a defective product.