To Watch, Raise and Harvest (Continued)

Today when I woke up I decided to stay in the shower and continuously lay as the water rained down on me. I felt that the water kept me alive, as though it was life itself. Though the amount of my fellow Raised roommates came in while I layed basking in my body’s thirst I did not budge. As I said we have no privacy. We have a public washroom, shared bedrooms and eyes upon our every move. As I layed being as unproductive as ever I was approached by my roommate. “Everlyn, what are you doing?” she asked upon a sigh,
“Well Zaria I need this water to feed my flesh, I do not plan to be out anytime soon.” I said high heartedly.
“What an unfortunate choice, I guess you’ll have to leave tomorrow morning to locate your brother then. I heard he had taken the train to the capitol. There must be a meeting of your blood.” Zaria’s tone laid flat, she envied my blood’s accomplishment. Her blood wasn’t strong enough and not many made it through childhood. It’s always unfortunate when Raised wed the Harvest - it risks your children’s life by making weaker genes.
I spent the remains of the night within the shower watching out the window as my fellow Raised sat around a fire talking, they seemed to always make life look how it should be. Whereas I could not grasp this concept thus why I laid upon the shower’s floor as it gently rained upon me. Until the Watchers came and took me to my bed. I was woken early to be prepared to leave. The Watchers cleaned me, powdered my skin and adorned me in the finest clothes, they packed my bags and did my hair and makeup. I did not lift a single finger. Though regardless I wouldn’t need to do such either.

I boarded an airship that soared me amongst the cloud to where robotic angels flew, their eyes had cameras and they were just satellites amongst the clouds with silk and the finest feathers. Being a Raised I was welcomed by the beings by name, they were programmed to know us by name and refer to us as the Blessings. Though the Staff came to feed me my appetite did not exist at this time. I knew once with my siblings that our dining would be very public and if not a publicity attempt.
Unlike the Harvest the Raised are allowed to breed more children, depending on their genetic coding and strength they are kept alive. My mother gave life to five children before passing due to unreasonable decisions she had made. Though her children are idolised amongst the Government and the Watchers, though they are envied by the fellow Raised.
My siblings are Avery a 21 year old businessman with a strong footing amongst the politicians and known celebrities. My sister Kai (20) who married into the Royals (which is foreign Government to say the least), Brindle my twin brother who I had remained with until he turned 18, apparently his chemist skills and knowledge within the sciences was some of the finest this world has ever seen. I myself am Everlyn also 18 years of age I am said to be the embodiment of my parents and siblings, quiet and yet extremely capable. Last but not least is my 16 year old baby sister, Harmony, she is one of the ten people in this nation that creates the ‘music’ and ‘art’ that is seen around us. Luckily I ensured she would make art that reminded her of what was so it may be more familiar than false and fake.