Day 24: Outside
There are two types of people in this world. Brielle’s known this since she was young. Which might sound impressive, though it really isn’t. Not when the Outsiders come in through invisible doors, with shiny white suits and brightly-lit tablets, with their funny voices and their green lights that scan everyone up and down each month.
In this world, everyone knows there are two types of people.
For you are either inside The Bubble, or Outside.
The Bubblers are normal. They are safe and they are comforting and they make for a clinical, yet loved, Home. There’s Bri’s mother, with her crinkled eyes and limp auburn hair, the faint scent of flowers that lingers in her dress. Her brother, who smiles too big and too bright for one so old and in such a position. Her brother, the star that shines throughout the Bubble, like light catching a child’s soapy spheres.
And then there is Christa.
Wonderful Christa, beautiful Christa, lovely Christa. Christa whose honey-colored hair is like silk beneath Bri’s fingers, whose green eyes are like lush forests, far away. Christa is quiet and withdrawn and intelligent, and she has a peculiar, jerky sort of grace to her long limbs. Christa doesn’t belong in The Bubble- all the Bubblers can see that. Christa belongs Outside, Outside where there is knowledge matching her own, where there are verdant forests and sparkling streams and brilliant white citadels.
(At least, that’s what people say Outside is like)
And though Christa may not belong to the Bubble, she belongs to Bri. Because Christa is everything to Brielle. Everything, and there’s nothing in the world - inside The Bubble or Out of it - that could keep Christa from Bri.
Which means the Outsider that took Christa last night really isn’t too bright.