What is, perfection?
Perfection is in this case : the action or process of improving something until it is faultless or as faultless as possible.
Perfection… the point in which a human can not possibly withstand in “normal” circumstances could ever live up to. Yet some of us are pushed to the bring of collapsing to achieve such a thing as, perfection. I was one of them and I never want to go back hiding behind the curtains in the darkness that my life was once consumed in no matter how hard it gets from here on out. Yet to get the story going, I guess I need to tell you a little bit about myself don’t I? Then… I guess I should start to explain about this “Perfect World” we all now live in.
It has been a hundred-ten years since the Great War and there is no such thing as peace. No we have something far better. People call it creation. I am one of those creations. I am a child born to a mother and father who believe in the new changes that are coming to the planet Earth, and as for me; I could care less about that planet. After the war ended genetic alterations to the human race has started, and I was apart of that before I could even speak or breathe on my very own. I was one of the creations, the children created in a petri dish to assist human kind in one thing. Achieving what no one else could before our own time. Perfection without war, hatred, or a need to kill. However everything in science comes at a price and their price was something that they could never take away from my genes.
Now, since we are talking about my genetic code here. Lets talk about my father, Mathew Hue Conner the Fifth, shall we? Mathew came from a rich group of people on one of the shuttle programs. He was a star athlete in more than one thing, basically you could train him in any sport and you were basically guaranteed he’d be your star player nine out of ten times. Even though Mathew came from a rich family he saved his college money and got grants and scholarships on his athletic ability. Which was how he met my mother. College sweet hearts. My mother, Elisa Donald, was studying to become a Genetic Expert for the sole purpose to see if she could find a cure about her extreme case in ,OCD. In one of her little run ins with the college jocks my dad saved her from being someone’s trophy screw. Since then they’ve been together, in this strange living desire need of one another. It was when my mother wanted a child that she wanted to move back to the changing planet Earth.
And so they did. Then in a petri dish I was created to have all my parents strong and healthy genetics. My risk factors for having cancer, aids, or anything that would lower my life rating was extracted from my genetic code. Instead they rewired me to be their perfect child. Then when I was born the curtains were pulled and I was forced to hide in the shadows that no one outside of our own house could look into. As soon as I was born I was stuck listening to the, Medical Journal of Today’s Modern World, as a bed time story. I guess you could tell that my mother had big plans for me to become some sort of doctor. As for my father, when I was able to walk I was forced to play sports with him. Anything my father craved for me to do, I did. I did my best to please them both however it was clear that I failed them.
When I entered school if I didn’t get the highest score in the class my mother would force me to study harder and longer. As my father was strict on his goals for me to be like him. An exact copy of him. I did my best, I swear I did. I did everything that I could to please them both. Then jr high started. Hormones start to rage at that time and was clear that things started to happen to me. It was then that I started a relationship with another student within the school. He was second to me in the school academics and sports. However it didn’t last. My mother found out my freshman year of high school that we when we said we were studying for our biology class that we were mainly studying anatomy whenever we thought we had a chance. Matter in fact, my mother caught us in the act. When I tried to talk to her she just cried.
I am my mothers only child, her son, her only chance to have grand children. To her I betrayed her worse then I ever could in getting an F in a class. After a few hours I caved, I broke up with my boyfriend and swore that I’d never see him again. So I didn’t see him any more. The curtains I lived behind grew darker slowly allowing no light to come through them more and more. Then as high school went on, I met a girl. Her name was Anna, she was amazing. Just what my mother wanted, minus one catch. Anna was a lesbian and had the same issues as I did with my parents. They didn’t approve. So she came up with this idea, the man I loved would date Anna for the publics eyes, as I would date the one Anna loved for the same reason. It worked out for a few years until high school ended. Then things became a sort of mess. We all lost one another in some big fight. I suffered slowly because I couldn’t talk to any of them or even my parents. I stayed silent like I did all my life and played the image my parents wanted me to be.
Finally college came, I was studying biochemistry to appease my mother and for my father I did swimming and baseball. Lucky for me those two sports only lasted in the summer for a short time. It was in winter that I really did come out of my shell. My sophomore year I started a dance class for fun. Apparently I was so good that they wanted me in a Broadway play that the school was hosting. I agreed. Life was a hidden lesson since this wasn’t on my parents approval list. Then… it became a deep secret no one could know about. I fell for one of the producers. We started our rump fest but luckily it was mainly the physical connection that we both craved from one another.
Since… this is were the story really starts to come loose. My senior year of being in college was short lived. The last play I could be in was over and as I left with the group, we stumbled out into the streets of the busy New York streets and as I walked, it happened. It being that I walked out into the street and got hit by a car drag racing with another. It was then when I saw nothing but white light that I realized how unhappy I was in my life. The need to seem perfect was all to great. Be the perfect son, the perfect student, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect lover… but no. One thing came perfectly natural to me, being the perfect liar. It was when I woke up that all my lies were shown to my parents.
The marks on my torso that were left over kisses my lover had left, the life I had lived while they pretended it didn’t exists. I was scolded by my father for several hours of how I could do this to them. He was more pissed that I had been sleeping around then the fact that I had been nearly killed by a car. It was then that I wished I had died instead of lived. Yet it was then that I didn’t realized that the curtains I hid behind start to wrap around me and consume who I was even though the glass I wished so badly to touch was breaking and I couldn’t even see it.
Perfection…
I was born to be perfect. When the doctors told my parents that I had a chance of never being able to walk again, my mother cried worse then she did when she found out that I was in love with a boy in jr high. My father looked over at me in shame and disgrace. I had disappointed my family and broke them in a way that I never thought would be possible. It was then that I wasn’t allowed out of the house for any reason. My mother freaked out with every cut I ever got as my father didn’t want to hear the whispers about how their son was in a wheelchair. It only took four months before my father shipped my mother off to the outer space ports where she was raised. A week later my father told me that I had a plane ticket to live with a family member on the other side of the globe. Apparently my ticket was for that night when no one could see me leave the house. My stuff was already packed up and ready to be shipped away.
Now I was their dirty secret.
