{"id":756,"date":"2016-01-19T15:23:47","date_gmt":"2016-01-19T15:23:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/?p=756"},"modified":"2016-01-19T15:23:47","modified_gmt":"2016-01-19T15:23:47","slug":"timeless-chapter-4-by-sritha-vemuri","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/timeless-chapter-4-by-sritha-vemuri\/","title":{"rendered":"Timeless Chapter 4 by Sritha Vemuri"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u201cWhat!\u201d I gasped, unable to contain my breath. \u201cI\u2019m your\u2026 Your\u2026 Mother!\u201d
\n\u201cWell, yes,\u201d he says, tapping his perfectly chiseled chin. \u201cthat was my point.\u201d
\n\u201cWait a minute,\u201d I say catching air slowly. \u201cwouldn\u2019t killing me erase you from history?\u201d
\n\u201cIn normality, yes.\u201d Dr. Chandler said. \u201cBut since we have evolved into this certain era with you it wouldn\u2019t matter.\u201d
\nI couldn\u2019t believe my very own son would do this to me. Even if I wasn\u2019t his Mother yet this still pained me.
\n\u201cJust to make it straight, what happened to your Father?\u201d
\n\u201cOh, we\u2019re still looking for him. Chances are that he may have the same dna as you.\u201d Chandler said, gleefully, as though he was a dog with a jar of peanut butter.
\n\u201cNow come,\u201d he says. \u201cI\u2019ll take you to your jail cell.\u201d<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

When Dr. Chandler takes me to my jail cell, I can expect nothing more. The jail cell\u2019s interior is blotched white. White walls, floors, beds, toilet, door, everything. There are two places in my rooms where the guards can place my food. My bed is rectangular and long with a small practically featherless, white pillow on it.
\nDr. Chandler pushes me in the cell and hands me some white pants and a white shirt with a small black blanket on the top.
\n\u201cWear your uniform, and sleep automatically. We need you energized for tomorrow\u2019s blood test.\u201d he pauses to say, \u201cNightie night, Mother.\u201d he snickers as he says it than stalks away.
\n\u201cArrogant fool.\u201d I mutter under my breath. \u201cHe has no respect.\u201d<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

That night I lay there in my bed under the thin layered black, cotton blanket Dr. Chandler gave to me, shivering. My arm aches from the loss of blood and it feels as though it cannot move. I sit upright and peer out the window. The night is a glossy black color with stars dotting the sky like little light bulbs in a room. The brightness reflects off the light into my eyes and look away of the burning feeling. I don\u2019t do anything else but stare at the crescent moon and it\u2019s overlapping of the beautifully lit sky as the night swallows me whole.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t know when it happened but I know it did. Waking up my arm feels sore just like it was the night before. They must have taken my blood as soon as they knew I had fallen asleep. I know I\u2019m gonna die in this helpless prison helping the enemy when I\u2019m not even trying to. Were they lying to me when they said that Camila was alive? Maybe they were. I mean the supposed to-be nice lady was a lie too, so I can see that Camila will be most likely dead but I will not give up on hope. Actually, maybe I will.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

The next morning a hoarse voice awakens me and I soon figure out that the owner of the voice is my personal guard.
\n\u201cWe have a visitor for you, requested by Dr. Chandler.\u201d he says craning his neck to peer more inside to check whether I was getting up.
\n\u201cI\u2019m coming.\u201d I murmur as I walk to the metal bars, gripping my fingers tightly around them. The guard then takes some white handcuffs and locks my hands to his. God these people are obsessed with the color white! Where did they come from? Whitopia?
\n\u201cThere,\u201d he says. \u201cnow you can\u2019t escape.\u201d
\nI follow him down a white hall which I pretty much expected to see until I reach a room pitch black of color. \u201cMaybe they were obsessed with black as well.\u201d I mutter. The guard glares at me.
\n\u201cAnyway,\u201d he says. \u201cthis is your stop.\u201d
\nI peek into the cell. No one I can see is there. Then the lights beam on, reflecting off the white handcuffs. Then I see her. Her hair still in that ponytail and her mocha hair growing a nest for baby dandruff birdies.
\n\u201cCamila\u2026\u201d I whisper. Her head cocks up and she runs towards me but something pulls her back.
\n\u201cWhere have you been?\u201d her voice is rough like cactus thorns and I flinch.
\n\u201cYou know, looking for you.\u201d I say. She smiles at that and I smile too. Then I see something in the dark. A moving shadow. Crimson leather skin appears with yellow stained nails.
\n\u201cCamila!\u201d I scream and the guard covers my mouth with his leather gloves, white as expected, keeping me from getting to her. I watch as she turns around and screams. She gets dragged into the dark as she claws at the ground for safety but she\u2019s gone. The guard finally let\u2019s go of me.
\n\u201cWhat was that!\u201d I scream of anger as I push him. \u201cWhat was that!\u201d I push him harder this time.
\n\u201cIt was a Grongula.\u201d he replies calmly. \u201cHer name is Scarlet.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s a Grongula?\u201d I ask.
\n\u201cIt\u2019s our newest species, a lizard that can chomp anything up if we want her to.\u201d
\n\u201cAre you saying she\u2019s gonna eat my sister up!\u201d I scream.
\n\u201cAs long as you follow the orders, your sister won\u2019t die.\u201d he says smirking now. \u201cNot likely that\u2019ll happen anyway, just don\u2019t get your hopes up.\u201d<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

The guard takes me back to my cell. Since I\u2019ve left there has been a new blanket placed on the bed. It\u2019s very thick and red and puffy like your eyes when you cry about something so sad like someone\u2019s death. Next to the blanket is a silver tinted tray with three orange slices and a salad. They were probably trying to keep me healthy so I could have healthier blood. I decide not to eat. I hope they get some rotten blood that\u2019s useless. I don\u2019t want to help them wipe out the human race. I\u2019ll just fix that destiny by turning it around.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Once the guards are all sleeping I reach into one of the guard\u2019s pocket and take a pair of keys. I then quietly unlock the door and push it open with my finger tips and walk out. Who knew it would be that easy I think walking past the guard. As soon as I take one more step an alarm goes off. I quickly drop the keys rush back into my cell, close the door and pretend I\u2019m sleeping. Once the remaining guards come to check they don\u2019t even suspect me. They just blame the guard.
\n\u201cHey!\u201d says one guy nudging the sleeping guard\u2019s toe with his foot. \u201cWhy are you sleeping on a watch and more importantly, why are the keys on the ground?\u201d
\nThe sleeping guard wakes up and says in a groggy voice, \u201cI\u2019m sorry, it\u2019s just you know they can\u2019t be that smart so I just thought I\u2019d take a nap.\u201d
\n\u201cWell you’re lucky they\u2019re not or I would\u2019ve hauled your dirty, tired butt out of here in a heartbeat. Understand.\u201d
\n\u201cYes sir!\u201d The man salutes, rising to his feet like flowers sprouting out of rich soil.
\nThen he walks into my cell.
\n\u201cNow let\u2019s see if you\u2019re a smart one after all.\u201d<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

When I wake up the next morning I feel different. I feel funny and jiggly like jell-o. I feel like I need a hug or a kiss. A chocolate one or a real one. I feel gooey at the thought. I probably need more cool air than anything else though. The guard from last night steps into the room and feels my forehead. His hand is cool and I feel like I\u2019m in paradise. At least until he takes it away. Then I\u2019m burning again like wearing one hundred layers on a eight hundred degree summer\u2019s day.<\/p>\n

\u201cGosh you\u2019re burning.\u201d he says worried. Then he picks up a phone and tells the doctors to come down immediately. As soon as I can blink twelve times rapidly, doctors appear. I am still in the guard\u2019s hands when they come. I look at my fingers and see how pale they are. Like a light pink sky that rarely shows. I feel like I\u2019m dead. Like I\u2019m in Heaven where the angels fly and my whole family is there. Even Camila who died because of my death. What did we ever do wrong? I mean we set the future for these people and in return they give us death. I at least hope when I die that Chandler will be dragged along with me but not to Heaven.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Sometimes when I was little my Dad would take us to carnivals. Not those carnivals with the cheap pony rides and baby teacup carts. The ones with roller coasters and mega sized ferris wheels next to the snow cones and cotton candy stands. The one you have to wait in line for hours to get to. He would buy us treats and would go on all the rides with us. He would let us play games until we won a prize to make us feel like winners. That all changed once Mother died. She died on a Friday. The best day of the week in my opinion. The day we would have family game nights and have take out from Smash Burgers. Dad picked us up as usual since Mother would be doing work at home. When we arrived home though the lights were off. At first we thought she was sleeping. Then when we entered the house there was a hole blasted through her. It was like a piece of her body was taken out of her. Blood soaked her periwinkle blotched blouse and her mouth was open in a scream. In her hands she was clutching a picture of us. A picture of us together in a garden of fresh and bright orange tulips and simple, brown windmills in the background. We were on a stop from viking river cruises.<\/p>\n

Dad had cried the most out of everyone since she was his first love and his \u2018soul mate for life\u2019. I wonder who I married, who my soul mate was. I wonder if I\u2019ll ever know.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u201cWhat!\u201d I gasped, unable to contain my breath. \u201cI\u2019m your\u2026 Your\u2026 Mother!\u201d \u201cWell, yes,\u201d he says, tapping his perfectly chiseled chin. \u201cthat was my point.\u201d \u201cWait a minute,\u201d I say catching air slowly. \u201cwouldn\u2019t killing me erase you from history?\u201d \u201cIn normality, yes.\u201d Dr. Chandler said. \u201cBut since we have evolved into this certain era […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":6,"featured_media":759,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-756","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-all-posts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/756","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/6"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=756"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/756\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":757,"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/756\/revisions\/757"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/759"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=756"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=756"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=756"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}