I didn't fit.
Those three words chilled me to the bone, more than any other words ever could. Today was the day I was supposed to take my aptitude test, and see what jobs would be best for me to carry out once I graduated. What my college majors would be. It dictated your life, for the most part.559Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGvLzbusfRS
And I didn't fit in anywhere. I didn't understand. The test was designed for you to fit in somewhere. Everyone got some sort of fit from the aptitude test, except me.559Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡziPnJrxZ6s
Were there others like me?
That thought terrified me more. Every person I talked to had taken the aptitude test and gotten a fit. If there were others like me, where were they taken?559Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqkNIzXnWaP
My feet lead me to my house and I swallowed. 17 years old. No fit. They said I was Bipolar II. I couldn't have a fit with a mental illness, apparently, though the diagnosis did help a lot. I walked into the house and saw my parents were waiting for me, smiles on their faces. "Where do you fit, honey?" my mom asked.559Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzxKvm95Qvg
I swallowed. "U-um..." What was I supposed to say? "I...I didn't. They said I have Bipolar II. I couldn't fit anywhere."
My mother gasped and my father clenched his jaw. "You have to fit somewhere, though," my mother said desperately. "I can't lose another one of my family. I swore, never again!"
A rock formed in my stomach. "I-I'm sorry, I'll do whatever I can to fix it..."
My father shook his head. "Bipolar is a life-long struggle, you can't fix it. You know your uncle is a psychologist, who works with the unfit."
The unfit. Was that where I was gonna go? To the asylums? "Father..." I tried to protest.
He held up a hand. "You know what happens to the unfit, love?"
I shook my head.
"That's right, that's because the system works. Any unfit are deemed dangerous and taken to a place on their own where they can live without harming the rest of us. And we can visit you there. You'll be happier."
My heart skipped a beat. "You...you aren't going to send me away?!"
"It's for the best," he said. "Get out of the house, and go where they told you to in the first place."
"Richard!" my mother yelled.
My father held up a hand to stop my mother and pointed to the door. "Trust me honey, you'll be happier."
Before I could to anything, two men came through the door and one of them injected a needle into my neck. I tried to fight, but my limbs wouldn't work right.
And then there was blackness.
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