Love is for Losers

Chapter 9

     -I thought jumping off the bridge would make me forget about her but I was wrong. I was wrong entirely. Because every since, she is all I could think about. The only importance on my mind. When I chose to end my life above, I thought it was the end and I wondered what was after death.  I know now that this is not a strange version of afterlife. Not with men attacking the coasts and killing the ones who did not convert to this version of lifestyle. Some believe that the message of that life was never passed on to the others. Others believe that they were too stupid to listen. I believe that the one they passed the message along to was one of the stupid but who knows? It's too late now to figure that out...-

  -A

     The only thing I feel on the way down as I pass through the air and water is regret. The depression of loss has temporarily disappeared of losing Mia. The emptiness and loneliness are gone too. Where did they go? Maybe it's true that suicide takes away your problems after all. As the water surrounds me, I just close my eyes and allow my body to go into shock. Into the realization that I am dying. I'm dying and I don't even care. My parents haven't talked to me since I told them I was pregnant, I haven't seen Dylan since he moved to Canada or wherever, my baby girl was killed by those monsters, and the only person I had left was Jessica. Jessica will do better without me. Get a nice boyfriend, turn him into a husband and have a nice family someday. I guess there really was no point of me. My chest begins to feel tight and I feel the air bubbles escape my mouth. As my vision blurs into blackness, something takes me my the arms and drag me down ever farther. Then my vision goes black.

-M 

        I'm approached by two female officers while out walking. The woman with her hair in a buzz cut and her chocolate brown skin, says "Ma'am, the council needs you immediately" I look at her confused but still follow them. As we walk toward the council house, I ask, "Did I do something wrong?" The second woman with short black hair and a lip piercing laughs and wraps her arm over my shoulder, saying, "Oh dear no, You're fine." I sigh in relief and they both laugh. I don't know why it made me so nervous to be visiting council. I've been to council so many times. I was actually raised by one of the main council members until I turned eighteen then I gained freedom. When we reach the council house, they open the door and motion for me to enter. They follow through the door behind me, and close it when they are both inside. They stand guard by the door as I walk up to the pedestal before the council members. They smile at me, making my worries go away.

-A

      I wake up, in a white room, and having major troubles breathing. I'm yelling help and go to jump up, but I am tied down there. What the hell? What is this? Is this hell? I continue struggling and screaming. A heart monitor beeping at a normal pace, but a red light is still going off near my head. Men and women in different colored scrubs are running in and checking my health. As soon as they're done, more of them run off, except one guy and two girls. I scream at them for help but they shake their heads at me and puts their hands over my mouth and nose. Blocking off all my source of air. I struggle then stop, waiting to black out, but I don't. One of the guys speak, "Ma'am we need you to calm down. I know this is going to be a lot of information right now and your reaction is perfectly normal but please try to calm down and let us explain. We will uncover your mouth and nose once you nod your head, saying that you will remain calm while we explain. Will you remain calm, ma'm?" 

-M

      The oath is passed and now they speak, the main says to me, "Ma'am, we know you. We know your story. Emilia raised you for five years of your life." They all nod and I nod along. Then my mother, Emilia, continues on by saying, "Mia, dear, there was an abandoned baby found in the same apartment complex as you lived in as a young.." I nod, confused, asking, "What does this have to do with me, ma'am?", she coughs and continues, "Well dear, this baby has the same name as you." I nod, still obviously confused, so she explains further, "Mia, the mother of this child was Abagail Hemming, I am very aware that you know her? Yes?" My mouth gapes open and I nod, forcing myself to close my mouth. Another man continues on, "Ma'am, we would gladly appreciate if you watched over this young child until she is eighteen or the mother comes to pick her up, which as you know, is very doubtful but in rare cases, it does happen.."