The Last Tenth

Chapter 1- A death and a Cure

Chapter 1- A death and a Cure

~12 years ago~

           Lydia and her beloved mother Hazel both sat on the satin couchCuddled together just like any other day. Three-year-old Lydia was young And innocent not yet shown to the disasters of the earth, not yet exposed to the disappointment of the real world.

“Mommy?” the big eyes of Lydia shown up at Hazel as she earned for her attention

       “Yes baby doll?” Hazel wondered. Hazel was a 33 year old single parent with a quite tall frame standing at 5’10’’ and Lydia was her world; she was all that really mattered, she was all she loved and all she thought she could ever love. She was a bundle of joy wrapped in a cute Brown/auburn hair with the hazel eyes that sparkle as bright as the sun, just like her.

       “What is it like being a big girl? Is it fun? Do you still get nap breaks?”

       “You sure have a lot of questions for such a small head” Hazel bopped Lydia's head and her squeals of laughter echoed around the room. “Lydia, you’re a silly little goose. You don’t need to worry about that.”         

       Lydia had a protesting pout on her face. “I’m not a little goose! I’m a big girl so I do need to worry!” Lydia jumped down from the couch and ran to her bedroom.

       “Lydia! Lydia! Come back honey!” after a failed attempt at calling for Lydia’s attention, she eventually sat up and approached Lydia’s door.

       “Lydia, calm down it was just a silly little question, nothing to worry about” Hazel pleaded with her daughter

       “Hmmm.” Lydia mumbled

       “If you want snacks you better come out now, it’s your favorite, Kiwis!” Hazel announced at Lydia, knowing that she would fall for it and come out right away.

       “Yay!” Lydia moved quickly as if a lightning bolt to open her door.

       “Beep…. Beep…. Beep…. Beep….” Hazel started to hear an odd and questionable beeping noise coming from her daughter’s room, she decided to go in and investigate. Once her sneaker hit the inside of Lydia’s room the pinkness of it all just fills up your eyesight, just what you would suspect from a little girls room   “Beep…Beep…Beep…Beep…”Even louder this time it filled up Hazel’s ears. Her eyes scanned over everything from her Pink elephant collection (Lydia insisted that elephants are really capable of being pink) to her deep pink window seal. Then she saw it. Her heart almost jumped straight from her chest to the stars up high.

       A bomb was in the room.

       A bomb is in her little girl’s  room.

        The ticking death machine was cleverly disguised as a pillow. A pillow that looked almost exactly like her daughters old one; a feather pink microwave sized Winnie The Pooh Bear pillow. There was two significant details different, the seam was on the wrong side, and a wire, a red wire as if to signal death was popped out of the seam that should not exist.

        Hazels head froze, the world ceased to move, all was silent. Her mind turned into a blurred mess “Why my little girl, how could this happen?” was the single sentence that scrolled through her head. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t move. She couldn’t scream for her daughter to run for her short-lived life. Hours seemed to pass compacted into seconds, the world unable to move with her. Horror was filling up her soul, filling up her mind. Scenarios of death and misery twisted around in her head, things you would never want to experience; despair horrid scenes that leave her daughter defenseless without a soul there for her, even worse was a child sized coffin with her child’s name written right on top of it.

        “Beep! Beep! Beep!” The quickened and loud pace of the ticking awoke her from her trance, slowly stirring awake. Once again realizing the deadly situation she is in, and understanding that she will do all it takes to save her daughter.

        “Mommy! Mommy! What’s wrong! What is that noise?” Lydia’s face seemed to be filled with horror to match her mothers. Her big hazel eyes had tears welling up at the corners. “Mommy!”

        Without saying a word Hazel’s mind went stern and professional with the only one thing on her mind; the life of her daughter, wanting her daughter to live a life worth living for, a life with love, and a chance to find a way to find happiness in this distressed planet. She moved her arm in a way that could compare with the speed of sound and grabbed her daughter; she was just three the weight was practically nothing. She zipped through the house with her daughter screaming bloody murder and bawling her eyes out, unaware of the situation at hand, not understanding that this may be the last moment of her life.

        “BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!” One continued beep after the other non-stopping. Time was too close for comfort, too close for life.

        Time was down to a matter of seconds and Hazel didn’t have the time to get the both of them to safety. Out of her love for her child she gathered as much strength as she could and fully understanding the affects it could have on her child she flung the three year old far in front of her in the hopes that the child's life might be sacrificed from death.

~Present Day~

High School really is not that much different compared to middle school if you really think about it. Annoying teachers, unnecessary homework (though there is more of it), and those people you really just hate. I don't hate learning. On the contrary I love it, learning one of billions of things on this planet that is information that if you put your heart in it anybody can learn.    

        At least that is what my Aunt said.

        I love it when my aunt explains the wonders of the past world to me a world without overpopulation, rations, disease, and the deadly life wars. 15 years ago when I was just a 1 year old the deadly life wars started.  When the life wars had first started it wasn’t nearly as serious as it is now. It was just a petty little group who had a very unsupported audience who claimed that all humans should have never existed and she therefore die. Nobody even thought that they would stand a chance at even an idea of their plan succeeding. Now they go by the name H.A.L.A.- the humans against life association.

        The HALA are still a ways away from total human race destruction, but are a whole heck of a lot closer, it makes you worry. They succeeded in killing thousands of people in the killing rampage filled wars that they have started. It is not a sight that any human would want and my mind is blown that some people actually think all of this should happen.

        “Lydia! Lydia! Lydia! Come down here quick!” I raced from my one side to the other of our apartment. It consisted of a small kitchen a living room/dining area (We eat on the couch) and a single bedroom, which my aunt, uncle and I share. Our home is actually quite big compared to others; my aunt said I’m spoiled by even having a roof with the billions of people who go without one in this overpopulated world.

        “Its done Lydia! It’s done!” Rita my aunt yelled so loud and full of joy the people next to or apartment are probably not too happy with us right now.

        “The test results!” I skidded to a stop in front of my aunt completely overwhelmed with joy. I then took her clammy hands, which were slightly bigger than mine and we both hopped with joy.

        “So it worked right?” I quickly questioned my aunt.

        “No dear, I am just super excited that years of my work are unsuccessful, of course it worked! I created a sure fire cure and a medicine for the disease that has killed millions of people: cancer! Something no one else could! It’s a Miracle!”

“We are going to be rich!” I was filled with excitement I could afford an education! Get a bigger home and have a life I could enjoy. Everything will be perfect.

Deep down though, I know it isn’t true. I know it is all too good to be true.