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Chapter One
The hands ticked from four to five. The noise of the ticking bounced off the walls, creating an echoing sound.
If I peered through a small window in the door, I could see my mother talking with the doctors. Their expressions seemed pale and concerned, and my mother seemed to be crying. They had warned me that this might be the case, that I might be one of them. A mutant, as some people at school called it.
But I refused to believe that I could truly be like them, hunted and alone. It just wasn't possible, I just couldn't be like that.
One of the doctors caught me peering at them, and they seemed to know that I was straining my ears to listen to what they had to say. The window was covered up with a shade and my sight of the doctors and my mother was gone. I looked around the hospital building, wondering what I should do now. It seemed obvious they would be talking for a while, because why not? I already knew the answer that they had. All the signs added up.
As I looked around, I noticed how everything was so white and perfectly clean. The leather chairs, the walls, the celling, and even the blinds that covered the tall windows. Why was everything so perfectly clean and arranged? Why couldn't there be something...different in the building. I've walked through this hospital enough to know that everything looks the same. Everything is white, grey, and black, just as the government likes it.
A wave of anger washed through me, and I glared at the floor as I waited for my mother. The questions just keep coming and I can't stop them. Why can't something be different? Why can't there be a red chair, and blue walls, and green floors? Is everything matched to perfectly for a reason?
Yes.
That's a silly question to even ask myself. I've always know the answer-- I'm not an idiot like most people here. The government wants us to be one, a unity. How can we be a unity when everything, or everyone, is different? How can we be one if someone else has more than the other?
I understand how the government thinks, thanks to my dad. They want us to all be the same, and all like the same things, and all follow them without question. But that doesn't mean I have to agree with them.
The anger becomes stronger inside of me and I kick the ground with my shoe, but it isn't enough. I need to make a change to this world of sameness. Judging the looks on those doctor's faces a few minutes ago, I know what my blood work resulted in.
I am like them.
And that means I know my fate. To be sent out to the country, far away from my family and friends. Far away from civilization. And I'll have to work for these people, the government. They'll treat me like a slave and I'll be ready for them.
I'll be ready.
Before I can stop myself, my hand lashed out at the white blinds behind me and they come off the wall with a loud clatter.
Holy crap, what have I done?
The door in front of me opens and I snap my head around to see one of the white coated doctors step outside the office. As I examine his face, it first goes from a pale white, to a rose red. His eyebrows seem to go up at the sight, but I can't be sure.
And my anger is gone. I've done it. I've made something different about this hallway, kind of like marking or a signature. And now the doctors know that I won't have it. I won't take the torture they'll put me through.
"Katelyn Rays, I believe you should come into the office now."
The hands ticked from four to five. The noise of the ticking bounced off the walls, creating an echoing sound.
If I peered through a small window in the door, I could see my mother talking with the doctors. Their expressions seemed pale and concerned, and my mother seemed to be crying. They had warned me that this might be the case, that I might be one of them. A mutant, as some people at school called it.
But I refused to believe that I could truly be like them, hunted and alone. It just wasn't possible, I just couldn't be like that.
One of the doctors caught me peering at them, and they seemed to know that I was straining my ears to listen to what they had to say. The window was covered up with a shade and my sight of the doctors and my mother was gone. I looked around the hospital building, wondering what I should do now. It seemed obvious they would be talking for a while, because why not? I already knew the answer that they had. All the signs added up.
As I looked around, I noticed how everything was so white and perfectly clean. The leather chairs, the walls, the celling, and even the blinds that covered the tall windows. Why was everything so perfectly clean and arranged? Why couldn't there be something...different in the building. I've walked through this hospital enough to know that everything looks the same. Everything is white, grey, and black, just as the government likes it.
A wave of anger washed through me, and I glared at the floor as I waited for my mother. The questions just keep coming and I can't stop them. Why can't something be different? Why can't there be a red chair, and blue walls, and green floors? Is everything matched to perfectly for a reason?
Yes.
That's a silly question to even ask myself. I've always know the answer-- I'm not an idiot like most people here. The government wants us to be one, a unity. How can we be a unity when everything, or everyone, is different? How can we be one if someone else has more than the other?
I understand how the government thinks, thanks to my dad. They want us to all be the same, and all like the same things, and all follow them without question. But that doesn't mean I have to agree with them.
The anger becomes stronger inside of me and I kick the ground with my shoe, but it isn't enough. I need to make a change to this world of sameness. Judging the looks on those doctor's faces a few minutes ago, I know what my blood work resulted in.
I am like them.
And that means I know my fate. To be sent out to the country, far away from my family and friends. Far away from civilization. And I'll have to work for these people, the government. They'll treat me like a slave and I'll be ready for them.
I'll be ready.
Before I can stop myself, my hand lashed out at the white blinds behind me and they come off the wall with a loud clatter.
Holy crap, what have I done?
The door in front of me opens and I snap my head around to see one of the white coated doctors step outside the office. As I examine his face, it first goes from a pale white, to a rose red. His eyebrows seem to go up at the sight, but I can't be sure.
And my anger is gone. I've done it. I've made something different about this hallway, kind of like marking or a signature. And now the doctors know that I won't have it. I won't take the torture they'll put me through.
"Katelyn Rays, I believe you should come into the office now."
I know it's short, but I really like how it is and would prefer not to add anymore.
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