9th Piece

This is the 7th post of the story I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post

I feel like I’m underwater and run back through the now unlocked door past the nurse who was obviously spying on us because she reddens as I glance at her. Past the doctor who looks like he has that smile permanently glued onto his face, then run through the winding halls until I find a door that leads outside. I scan the landscape that’s too perfect to be real; too flawless to be made by nature. Nope, can’t breathe here either. I run past the rubber trees and plastic rocks all perfectly aligned with one another until I come up to the gate. Huh. Forgot about that part… Now what? I scan the perimeter and find that there are no guards which must mean they think no one can get through it. I size it up and this is what I see: A very tall what seems to be five inch thick metal electrified unguarded gate. Well that looks pretty sound I don’t think a couple of kicks would even make a scuff mark. I sigh and rule out going through the front. There’s a ten foot wall that surrounds the agency topped with barbed wire. I make my way down the path and look up at part of the wall. It was painted blue at the top to match the sky and green at the bottom for grass. No sticking out brick or rock. Nope I was in a pretty secure cage that’s for sure. I sit on a near plastic rock and look at the fake grass. It seems as though everything’s fake around here, the rocks, the grass, the dirt, and the trees… the trees! I look around at the nearby trees and am suddenly thankful for the climbing lessons from training. I find the tree nearest to the wall and look at the bark. Very realistic but the lowest branch seemed to be about twenty feet in the air. I start to climb after a few failed attempts I get about six feet off the ground. I look down and then focus on that last branch. First thirteen feet away then ten then five then I’m on the branch. I look at the world outside the Agency and smile. I think of all those times Eric and I were out there swinging on the tree branches and doing cartwheels and handstands in the grass. Eric. I realize that I can’t leave. That would mean I’d have to leave him behind, and I would never do that; not after all he’s done for me. So I sit on that one branch and look over the wall. The trees sway with the wind and I hear the howl of a coyote. After a while the sun starts to set and I hear some rustling coming from behind me. Hoping for some wild life I crouch on the branch and look down. Instead of seeing a rabbit I see guards, many guards.