chapter 7

It was July 7, that's what my calendar said as I looked at it. Yesterday, James had ordered his men to bring me a proper desk, with drawers, and notebooks, drawing supplies, planners, pencil cases, an agenda and some other things had been arranged in my room, and, a shelf to stock all my novels and books. I looked at the time, it was still early for me to go to breakfast, so, I decided to wash my face with the bar of soap that was on the sink of the bathroom. I brushed my hair and braid it, then secure it in a high bun. I wore a bagy jumper, and a T-shirt, then I wore my black sneakers. I looked at the documents that was on my desk. James gave me the position of a social worker and an architect at the same time. So I looked at the case files that came to me every day, and drew every plan we needed to help the citizens more. We improved this place, which one could call, the main building, and build an indestructible wall around it. It was located miles away, but, it was so high as a skyscraper, that we could see it. We also started improving our agriculture. The main building now had elevators leading to every section, and metro's helping us move from a place to another underground. I grabbed some papers and clipped them onto my wooden board, and went out when I met the person that was with me in my room.

"Hi, Ashton, James told me to assist you" he said, a little bit shy

"Mark, right, oh, uh, no thank you, I don't need assistant, I'm just about to go to the sector D2, I have a case to handle, you can just patrol or something" I told him as I walked away. He didn't answer, he just kept looking at me as I entered the round elevator. I presses the button, and it started going down. I could feel it sound, and, the silence inside of it broke my heart. I couldn't think that I was so bl8nd to the outside world, that I stopped caring about people. I could feel them scared, anxious, worried, and mostly, traumatized. As I passed by the elementary school, I could see kids happy, to study and learn about this world, to learn about our history. On the other side, I could see citizens eating happily in the restaurants, it's like a city underground. As I walked, I arrived to the house I had to be. The inside of it felt familiar, the smell of old books and a good baked cake, comfy armchair. There was picture frames hanged onto the wall, which had 3 persons in it, a mom, a dad, and a child. the child was holding a teddy bear, just like mine. I didn't mind it because, there was the same copy of it in every store at that time. I just sat down when the maid told me to wait. I waited and waited, until someone opened the door. It felt familiar, her face, her eyes and hairs, and mostly, she had the same birthmark as I have on my face, the birthmark of 3 stars on the right side of her forehead. I got confused, was she... my mom. We looked at each other for a moment, then, she flung herself on me.

"Oh my sweet child, my Ashton, I searched for you everywhere in the past, and now your here, safe, oh how much you have grown" she said. I was paralyzed, I was surprised, and, I couldn't think straight. It hit me. I pushes her as much as I could.

"You, your a monster, you call yourself a mother, leaving your 10 year old daughter behind in that asylum, where she spent 10 years of her childhood, in a room, without anything, no friends, no family, no one. I didn't even had myself, just, how could you" I said, dropping my papers on the ground. The woman looked at me.

"Ashton, it's not what you think it is, let me explain" she said, with a low voice.

"We had no choice, we saved you, they were about to kill you" she continued.

"If I was killed, I would've been happier, because I lived a hell, in that place, and you say that you had no choice. Your only choice was that you brought me on this earth, on this, dystopian world, and I hate you for it." I said, looking at her angrily. Angry tears rolled down my cheeks, as u was about to walk away.

"I did this for you own good" I heard her scream.

"No, you did this only to yourself, you were selfish and prude" I said, walking away. I left the place, and, as I was walking, I could feel my breath getting heavier, and, I was crying, I wrapped my hands around my arms, and took a cab.

"To the elevator number 3 please" I told him. I was watching outside the window, how kids were walking with their families, and having fun, remembering the time that I was humiliates there, I've spent my childhood there, and, I can't forget how many times I got beaten. As I arrived to the elevator, I saw James, walking towards me.

"Honey, are you okay" he asked.

"I don't think so" I replied. He took my hand and we both went to my room again. We sat and I told him everything about what happened, and, he hugged me tight, he told me that everything will be okay, and I don't need to overthink it.