They Chose Me (Draft 1)

Chapter 17: Epilogue

Chapter 17: Epilogue

                It’s been six months since the dictating government has been overthrown.

                Mary has been locked away in prison. The trial was quite pathetic, actually. She pleaded nonstop and yelled how she knew my mother and was friends with her or whatever. I couldn’t tell whether it was feigned or not, but it was still a low for her. When they finally declared her guilty, Mary gave me this cold, calculating glare like she was trying to decide if I was worth the time to even look at. It only lasted a second until she burst into crying- and I can tell you, she needs acting lessons.

                Leader Mason, or just Mason, had his trial as well. He was also declared a life sentence in prison. I waved to him when he looked at me. He studied me curiously and then nodded to me. I guess it was like one of those kid shows where the villain has bad intentions but it doesn’t always show.  In truth, Mason was proven useful, so his time in prison isn’t completely boring. Sometimes, someone from the new government will go and talk to him about orders. Apparently that’s what Mason is good at. Giving orders.

                The government itself is definitely headed in the right direction as far as I can tell. We had a presidential election, and no other than Ted himself is the new president. All those years of studying politics have paid off. He was also known all over the country already from that announcement he made right after Mason stepped down. Tons of officials and guards have joined the new military. Others, like Violet, had been an official out of fear or force, so they have new jobs now too. Ted, who is now President Simmons, but asked me to call him Ted still, had a very official meeting with other countries. He invited me; however, knowing my inadequacy for sounding smart in front of leaders all across, I declined. Ted filled me in, though. He explained our government’s situation and how Mason was tricking them into believing we were still the United States by using former American money. Remarkably, it all went well. Ted even told them about the CTM and how I personally destroyed it. That was a fun project with Landon. We found old baseball bats and whacked the CTM senseless. It doesn’t work anymore.

                The rebellion camp is doing well, too. I still live in my suite on the same floor as Violet and Landon who got upgraded. They asked me to run the camp, but that type of responsibility on my shoulders was too overwhelming for me. A lot of the same people live at the rebellion camp now. Oh, and it’s no longer called the rebellion camp anymore or a camp, nonetheless. Roche Apartments. They named it after my family, and yeah, me. But let’s not get too cocky here.

                Violet is much better. When she was held hostage, all Mason did was starve her. He gave her bread and water once a day, enough to keep her alive, although it was enough to torture of hunger. She recovered very quickly, and like I said, lives in a suite on the same floor with her husband. I also mentioned how I turned down the offer to take charge of Roche Apartments. Who’s in charge? Violet runs the place now and does it pretty well.

                Landon has not changed one bit. He’s still quite immature with the same grin at every horrible joke he makes. I have no idea where he is headed in life, despite the fact he mentioned wanting to go to college when he’s done with school and try to become a secret agent or something. But one thing is for sure: he’s still my friend.

                As for me, I’m doing pretty well myself. I have to work somewhere, so I work at a clothing store at the rebellion camp. I find it hard to call it Roche Apartments, because it’s more than just apartments and it is weird having something named after you. Sometimes I do special things for Ted or Violet. Most of the time, I just hang low. Luckily, my nightmares have decreased sufficiently. Ever since I decided I would not always cry over my family or want to throw something, I feel more accepting of the fact that there gone. Every day, sometimes morning, sometimes night; I take a run to the silver river where I had that interesting dream a while ago. It’s very relaxing here and I think of my family in a good way. Remembering all of our memories and laughing silently to some or shaking my in disapproval other times.

On a different note, I have been declared a long term anemic. About two weeks or so later, I had my blood levels taken again. They used this weird instrument type thing where it scanned my body and could pick up how many red blood cells I have. It was lower than the norm, so now I’m labeled an anemic. All I have to do is take my iron pill every day, but nothing in particular is different. I just get lightheaded easily.

It was also my birthday in the past six months. I didn’t tell anyone, yet they have it on file. So when I stepped outside my suite, I was greeted by Landon, Ted, Violet, and her husband whose name is Quent. Violet made me a chocolate with chocolate frosting cake which was delicious. She and Quent also got me this really pretty silver bracelet that has an amethyst in the center of it to match my necklace that I always wear. Ted got me a book called Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. I’ve never heard of it; he said it was very popular before Mason ruled and hid most books beside educational ones. Landon gave me the watch that he had when we infiltrated the main building for the dictating government. I would always joke about it afterwards, yet here I am, wearing a brand new one.

All in all, I found a home with people I care about. I’ll always miss my family, but just because I’ll always miss them doesn’t mean I always have to mourn them. They might’ve chosen me to persevere through it all; the dictating government might’ve chosen me for their projects; the rebellion camp might’ve chosen me as someone to inspire, but I know that I decided my own story because I chose myself. And in the end, that’s all that matters.