Waking up to the beeping of machines was not something I had expected. The steady beat - however - was comforting and made my ears buzz with electricity. Why was I here? My body aching, I attempted to sit up. A bolt of searing pain shot through my head like lightning hitting a tree and I fell into unconsciousness.
This happened day after day, week after week, but one day was different. That day when I woke up I just lay there, experiencing all the achy pains that come from lying in a stagnant state. Cautiously, I opened my eyes expecting the worse, but I was greeted by friendly afternoon sun that bathed me in its orange glow. Its' rays seemed to rejuvenate my tired limbs; a feeling of warmth spread through me like a hot soup on a cold winter's night.
I was thinking back to why I was here - in this beeping room bathed in sunlight - when somebody barged.
"What do you mean they still have to do it?!" screamed a voice.
Alice. My sister.
"Hasn't she been through enough already!"
I couldn't see her, I didn't want to move my neck incase I fell back into the never ending black, but I could clearly tell she was either crying - or had been - as her voice shook with ferocious sobs. As two people began to walk towards me, I shut my heavy eyelids tightly.
"Alice, she's dangerous," My father's voice drifted towards me. But in a tone I was unfamiliar with. A complete new tone I had never heard before. A scary, unpredictable tone.
"She's been through too much. Don't try it again," my sister's voice trembled, a tiny whisper, quite the contrary to her earlier ferocity.
Then I remembered. The Accident. The reason I was lying in this strange place. The reason my sister was crying. The Accident.
For as long as anyone could remember the government had run a selective termination program code named "The Accident." Due to overpopulation our world had nearly come to an end 300 years ago so the government organised a program. This was not only to stop overpopulation, but to advance our race, and unless you fit into a particular sector you were as good as dead. I stifled back a gasp coming to this realisation as my sister placed her warm but clammy hand in mine.
Alice leaned over whispering in my ear, "He's gone now Marigold, but we need to go!" She slid her hands under my frail body, stroking my golden hair as she painfully lifted me to her shoulder. I was meant to be dead. The pain searing through my body was a reminder of that.
I didn't know why I was alive but I knew what being alive was:
The biggest and most deadly accident of all.