[ WP ] All your life you 've lived inside the wall knowing that it keeps the monsters out , but I 've day you 're cast out of the wall and discover that it actually kept the monsters in .

I life inside the wall was never easy. There was never enough jobs to go around and no mater how hard you worked it was never enough to keep bread on the table but it was better then the `` outside''. At least that's what they told me. I was the in wanted step child, a curse bestowed upon my stepmother when my father, her 4th husband died but I was useful. With my job at the coal mine I was able to keep enough bread on the table to feed my three half siblings. One fateful morning as i was making my daily 3 mile commute I was jumped and pulled into an ally. The attackers took everything, from my coin purse to my shoes. The attack was enough to make me 5 min late to work resulting in immediate termination despite my 4 years of devoted work. My walk home was a long heavy one. I would be kicked out, with my mother in able to use me for my salary she would no longer allow me to sleep on the kitchen floor I would be forced to sleep in the mass shelters with 100 strangers or more. I never would have imagined the evil that sat just beyond the threshold of our front door. Perhaps if I had I would have run gladly to the mass shelters and never would have found my path. As the door swing open on squeaky hinges i saw my mother sitting across the table form lion the owner of the largest brothel in the outer wall. The moment I saw my her, my step monster, smiling I should have guessed her motives but my heart Sank with fear for my beautiful little sister shay. Then for the second time that day I was grabbed and Beaton only this time it was my freedom that was stolen. She sold me, to a brothel owner, I knew the woman was a monster but this was a low I did n't conceive possible before now. The two goons smile at me expectedly as the Coach takes us towards what I can only think is one of his many brothels. My mind is racing, how could I possibly escape this fate. The shackles shift as I fidget making the smallest of clanging, I chose to find comfort in the sound. I close my eyes and summon my only memory of my birth mother. The clanking of shackles becomes the many bracelets she wore on her wrists and ankles as she danced barefooted in our run down kitchen, she sang a joyous tune as she danced, choosing to enjoy the little things life gave us rather then all the bad. I was jostled out of my haze when goon number one decided to run his hand along my thigh. Both goons are looking at me anxious to get what they want. Little do they know I have an extrodanary ability to ruin someone's plan. Without warning I bring up my leg and kick goon number two right in the jaw, when goon number one lunged at me I raised my cufs allowing me to wrap the chain around his neck. A moment later he stopped flailing and when the chain was removed he remained still, staring at me with lifeless eyes. Seeing the fate of his friend goon number two showed his hands as if defeated. Satisfied with my work I kicked open the door jumped out and set off sat a sprint across the dirt road with no real detonation in mind. Before I could get far the back of my shirt was caught and pulled upright bringing my feet off the ground. Out of the crowd 4 peace keepers materialized all headed towards me. Typically the punishment for murder is death by hanging but seeing as I am only 16 and, until today, a upstanding citizen the council opted for a less gruesome sentence. Life outside the wall. For some this is the worst punishment possible for me, at least I'll be alive. I was given a water bottle, a knife, a pair of shoes and was sent on my way to the outside. What I found was nothing like I ever imagined. While the inside was crowded, dirty, smoggy and smelt of human waste the outside was green with vast riling hills trees and clear sky as far as the eye can see. This was not a punishment, this was Heven sent.
