Broken

Rain

The weather replicates itself from four year ago. Today marks the fourth anniversary when the last war ended. I glance at the rain pouring outside. Everyone is afraid of the rain. My dad says it is dangerous to go out when the skies are like this. The water may burn my skin from the acidity of the sky. I rest my hand on the window. I wonder, will it really? I want to touch the dangerous rain. Just watching it makes me feel refreshed.

I look at the buildings that reach the horizon. What is it like past Dohean? Many say nothing is past it. Life cannot exist without the care of those in charge. I take my hand off the window and walk towards the dinner table. My food lays there. You can't tell what it is. All they tell you is that it has all the nutrients you need to live a healthy life. I eat it. Is this what life is? Do live to just survive?

My father comes in, trailed by my mother. His breath heavy from crying. My mom's face in sorrow. I look at them with curiosity. "What happened," I say carefully.

"Today, we have to let you go. We are not allowed to have you. You have been cast away from Dohean, therefore you are no longer our daughter," my father says with a stern tone. His eyes betray him. He is on the verge of tears, and my mom's have fallen.

I stare at them in disbelief. Their tears are enough to prove that I do not belong here anymore. The Society Removal Team comes in, I stare at their black uniforms that only allow you to see the windows into their souls. I am one of the few who have this fate. I look at my shoes as two of them grab a hold of me. I will be thrown out like the others. Many of them were young about eight years old.

I am only 17 and my birthday is quickly arriving. It is seven days from now. I hear you can only last four days without Dohean. Four days is what I have left. Not enough to reach my 18th birthday. Reality comes to me. I am going to die. Young, none the less. Here in Dohean you are supposed to live into your nineties. I will never have that luxury.

As they hold me and storm away from my home, I see my neighbor, Kyle, he looks like he was about to throw up. Finally, we exit the apartment building. The rain glides across my skin. It isn't dangerous. I smile that is until both of the SRTs start putting pressure against my skin. I yell from pain. This is where the myth comes from.

Tears rush. Why do we need to fear rain? Each rain drop that lands against my skin relieves some pain they give me to prove that rain is to be feared. I look at one of the SRTs that hold me. Those suit gives no distinction of man or woman. The one that holds my right, quietly says, "Find the Nomads, those who move survive. Stay away from the lonely, they devour those who come close."