World Behind My Wall

story writin by me!(: enjoy. 

I had never seen the sky for the first ten years of my short life. They, those who held me captive, told me it was nothing special, just a boring dull blue ceiling with gray gloomy wimpy clouds. I did not know what clouds looked like so I guessed at what they might look like, I missed by a long shot. Anyway as I sit here underneath the sparkling midnight sky I think back to my painful past, it is time for the world to know what really happened all those years ago.

My name is Aiko Dufour-La Pointe I did not come into this world under any “normal” procedures, but more as if I grew and cultivated in someone, but a thing. Naming my parents “things” would, believe it or not, be a nicer word for them. In truth, they are nothing but bitter hard brainless machines. Animals consumed by money and drugs and pleasure. They are not people because they would do anything for money, even give up their baby and take drugs while the baby is still inside of them. Drugs that in the end killed them, but re-produced an intelligent, beyond-this-world- flexibility, a learning curve that far surpasses anything ever recorded, and stunning beauty.

Through numerous experiments and several hundred willing people to experiment on, “the company” finally produced the perfect drug-grown baby sixteen years ago—me. I did not know any better than how they treated me; by the time I turned three the world encyclopedia became my playground, languages of every kind rolled off my tongue, and lying came as natural as walking or eating. Although many abilities came naturally, talking to actual people became harder and harder until by the time I turned seven, I completely shut down and only observed. They tried time and time again to hear my voice, but after awhile they gave up.

Millions of thoughts ran through my head, they feed me death-drenched stories of the outside world, saying, “The world is in such a great need of your talents, Aiko. With you in the sniper’s seat, the world will have much less death of the innocent lives.” Unfortunately, I later found out that they often blurred the line between the guilty and innocent.

The first time I tried to kill myself on my ninth birthday, I nearly succeeded. Stench and filth filled my lungs as I spilled over my thoughts. Failure. Disappointment. Weak. Ungrateful. Tears of imperfection dropped to the floor. As I glared at my monstrous face in the mirror, I thought back to the complete and utter failure of a trial mission—my final test. It hurt to even think about. I punched the mirror, pain surged up my arm and registered in the nerves and then forgotten by the brain. We had learned to forget pain, and any other human emotion. Looking at my hand, I picked as the glass. An idea clicked in my thoughts, clear and understandable. One mission I knew I could not fail in my last deed on this lonely planet. Just one slice would do, it did not even have to go deep. I picked up the shattered glass and slashed both wrists. Everything began to tilt, spin, and I watched as the ground rose up to swallow me.

Fortunately, the ground did not want me ether. I awoke in the infirmary, I laid between an old man and a younger one.

“Get up,” said the old man.

“No,” I replied.

“If you don’t, you’ll never see the real world.”

“The world?! HA. The real world my butt.”

“Hm. Have they really sucked your soul and curiosity out of you? Or are you just so naïve that you would believe everything they tell you and you would just lay there and wait for your death?”

“I can’t die. I tried but the ground spit me back out, like everyone else death didn’t even want me.”

“Ahhhh but that’s not true, for I am death and I will chose when you die! Not you. So get up and fight! For now is not your time to die. You must fight, many depend upon you.”

“Psh like who?!”

“You must find that out yourself. So fight and search for the azure sky and don’t stop until it swallows you up.” 

Jerking up, I realized I had dreamt the conversation and still lay on the bathroom floor. I patched up my wriest and scrambled out of the room and into a dangers game of cat and mouse.

For a year I slept, ate, fought, and studied only to see that azure sky and have freedom beyond the four concrete walls. Each picture I came across built my earness to see the real thing. Finaaly, I had my plan I knew whatever this place was, it had to be ruined, burned to the ground. Buried and never known to the world. I never wanted to see it again or hear of it or think about it in this life again. Slowly and quietly I strategically placed bombs within the underground building. On the day I blew them up I had miscalculated how grand I had made the bombs and nearly ended up crushing myself. I ran into death a second time.

He stood tall wearing all black with a smirk on his face. Shaking his head, he walked away, glancing back he winked and said, “Stand up and move forward, my love.”

Startled I blinked and shook my head to clear it. Coughing in the dust, I stumbled to my exit. Climbing up the emergency exit stairs I shot anyone who entered, counting as I went. Ten. Two there that adds up to twelve bodies…thirteen, fourteen, fifteen… I had learned almost everything about the Company who oversaw, funded, and built the experiential babies and train silent killers. I found my purpose, my drive, to cheat death. Never again did I want to see death’s repulsive, smirking face or hear “my love” come from his lips again. Thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty-seven, thirty-eight… only one last flight of stairs, the night air hit me like a chilly punch in the face. Smoothing over me and slipping past, it ran icy fingers through my hair. A billion stars watched on as I transformed into a running machine. The final bombs blew and the first of many Company buildings fell to its knees and buried itself in hell along with its haunting secretes.

As I ran away from my past ten years of pain and trial, I held on to the memories and emptiness to fuel my rampage of taking the Company down. The sun came and went, the sky keep its azure colour hidden, and the stars continued to watch; with disappointment or approval I will never know.

Not until this day have I actually seen and behind the sight of the azure sky with my own eyes. I stare up at it now, done and completely ready to move on with my life. The Company, now destroyed, will never rise up again. I have successfully passed my first mission. Laying here gazing at the sky, I waited for it to swallow me up and take me in.

“My love, what are you doing?” asked death.

“Resting, leave me alone.” I sourly replied, “You ruined the mood.”

“Ahhhh now now, I didn’t ruin anything, I only enhanced the beauty,” he leaned down closer and whispered into my ear, “get  up my love, we have work to do.”