Commitment

When I was 6 my parents committed me to the prison of Dromdrevc, for which they were paid enough to live comfortably. Before I left I thought I was doing a brave thing for the good of my family, in hindsight I see that I was brainwashed during the years of six to eight to accept my imprisonment passively and it worked. On my eighth birthday instead of going to loca lesson with my siblings I was dressed in a outside suit that had been prepared for me over many months, my hair was pulled up and pushed through hoops in a formal design and I was given a pair of foot sleeves, my very first pair. I thought I was important. The outside suit was a little tight around the ankle and wrist as I had grown in the last month. Finally the natural brown of my skin was powdered white and my lips were coloured blue to match my eyes and hair. I was ready, I proudly clambered into the suction pod, waving to my parents and mind-speaking goodbye. Dad was clipped in his reply, I thought it was because he was going to miss me but now I think he just wanted to walk away and get on with his life without me in it for eight years.
Everything in Domdrevc looked so shiny and new it took me weeks to realise I was imprisoned. The shocks I received for unauthorised mind-speak, we, all the prisoners, were taught to mouth speak and that was the only authorised language. It was much later I discovered the Charters could only speak through their mouths and wanted to control us so we couldn't rebel.
When I was fourteen a Charter minor-sib decided I was to be his lifefem, I was given no options, no choices. Jaydabin who I had an attachment with through the underground was disgusted assuming I had somehow encouraged the alliance. Having lived on earth for forty years I have been through this again and again and now I have words for it, jealousy, anger and envy. Back then I had no idea and took to my room except for work and food. The commitment came to nothing and I lost contact with Jaydabin during the Wars of Concavity.
I smile now that we, the underground were ultimately responsible for the losing of the war, the only thing that went wrong, for me was the suction pod that didn't take me home but to earth and in a bizarre and weird twist, recreated me as a human baby. Then a catalogue of mishaps and intervention I was placed in a dead baby's crib in a hospital in Northern England. My brain was functioning as a partially grown Zylesian so I knew there were people on the earth from Zylmor, how else could I have been placed. They had a commitment to ensure new arrivees were settled into a placement family.