Choosing time

Chapter 13

Not a peep was heard through the place. I grew curious on what happened. Now that I think about it we had never heard any of the rich people, never seen anyone we heard a news outlet guy but that was about all. And not to mention it was only one guy who did it.

As we walked it grew more and more quiet, it was quite unsettling. We broke into one of the houses on the street, empty. Another one, empty. There was nothing here. Other from run down buildings and blood splatter it was isolated.

We traveled deeper and deeper into the city looking for any hint of life. Yes I know we could have gotten killed but something wasn't sitting right with me. I found a book, it looked hand made from light brown leather. The front was ingrained with the words: The end of the fortunate.

I opened the book and flipped through the pages, half of the book had been left blank. Flipping back to the first page I began reading it.

"The date is hard to remember at this point, We have been dealing with this for so long time doesn't seem real anymore. The government has been making rules way more strict, no colors on clothes, dress fancy, remain smiling, and so on. I beginning to grow tired, I haven't slept in days for what if im next. We must remain the The Rich City, though in luck we are not rich. They have been hacking us and throwing us in some room no one knows but them. Maybe some day I'll escape and be free, maybe just some day."

I stood there shocked, I felt awful for what they had been dealing with. They had such a bad reputation in The Poor City, no one liked them or respected them. We thought they were all snobs nothing more and nothing less.

I turned the page and sat down to read it, "My mother gone, brothers and sisters taken from me and murdered in cold blood. No one can stop them their too powerful. Day by day I hope my suffering to be ended but only more comes at me. I wish this torture upon no one. Not a single soul, we used to live happily. I mean I felt bad that no one from the other city got to every see us, I wish they would have though. Dancing hand in hand we could have been neighbors, maybe even friends. I hope the truth comes out, I do hope that we will get out of here. Be set from our chains. As I right this I mourn all the poor souls who have murdered, tormented and been tortured by these devilish creatures. I truly think karma will stab them back, but til then I stay silent."

The more I read the more I got heated. My eyes tearing not only with regret, guilt, sympathy, but with boiling anger. I stood back up and walked to where my friends were all crowded around. I showed them the book and summarized everything for them. Thinking back the room I was in might have been the one she was talking about. There were so many dead it sickened me to my core.

I wouldn't let this side, I couldn't let this happen. We all stared at each other, unsure of what to do next.

"We should hide in one of the houses and read the rest of it. What if theres a hint on how to dismantle this" I suggested, all coming to an agreement we walked into the house and hide in the bathroom. Though unsanitary it was huge. Plus hopefully no one would catch us hanging out in there.

I began reading then next page. "Hello its me again. Im beginning to loss all hope. The government knows how to cover there dirty path, With lives, money, and violence they could never let they're secret get out. In all honesty I don't think were The Rich City, they've stolen from them. They've stolen from us. We got ankle trackers on our ankles now what more do they want. They've taken money, lives, freedom, and happiness. We are the Poor City. I'm trying not to talk your ear off but I don't want to go unheard anymore. Maybe I'll throw this over the wall, I don't know if I can though it's more then 20 feet tall and wide.. Blood splatter on the wall painting it red. My family and friends blood. My neighbors and coworkers. Childhood friends. All dead, only thing to honor them was the blood that spilt from them."

Levi eyes began to water. Ruth held him close rubbing his back. We were all in an awful mental state. This just adding onto it. Asher scooted closer to me, wrapping his huge arms around me. I continued to the next page.

"They brought in a person from the other side, I don't know why. Well I didn't know, tricking into thinking we were some higher up class, better then the rest. Im grateful for what I had don't get me wrong but they had it better then us now. Our food supply cut short, we had to be skinny to fit the look they wanted. We couldn't leave the house without being properly dress, our hair in a tight bun, and a face full of makeup. We had to act happy, I guess it was part of there weird twisted fantasy. For us to be perfect, like dolls. Not a stitch or seam out of place. If so much as a strand of hair fell out of place they'd have us hung. Some suffered brutal beatings before their death. Others tortured. My husband was one of those people who were, I had to watch it. The whole thing vile. I wouldn't wish that upon my worst enemy, not in any life time of mine."

The more we read the worst it got, more and more gruesome as we went on. She had a way with words that no other has had. I've read thousands of books in my life, I was just one of those people who were a reader. The way she strummed her words into sentences with such delicate taste. It was like music.

We got to the last page finally, it had probably been over a few hours since starting to read it.

"I must go. Im sorry to cut my story short, I should have filled this book up. Every last page. Im deeply sorry but Im afraid I cant go on. Theres only a few left. Me being one of them. My eyes have seen more deaths then I think ever. All that plays in my head are the murders of others. Slaughtering going hand in hand with my memory. Everything else is fuzzy. So with this short entry that puts not only the book but my life to an ending. I can't do it anymore. I promise to see the ones like me soon..."

Surely a women as smart as herself couldn't of have stopped it just like that. There had to be something. I checked the book for more answers none being shown. She reminds me of myself and I know I couldn't just leave off with that.