My Ticket Out

Chapter 3: Endangered

I saw the shape of the figure, it was my mom. I walked over to it yet I was a bit worried. I wondered if I had made it or if I didn't and I was put in this captive area because of it. I looked around for a sign; but yet again there was nothing.

"Mom, what happened to you?" I asked worried that this was going to be a long explanation for something that she could easily explain. She does have a small tendency to ever explain things a little bit.

"I was forced to resign by the capital. They said they didn't want to see me anymore and that I was pathetic... I did it; I resigned I was stupid and fell in their well plotted trap. I screwed you over. You definitely surpassed the second to last place man but I cost you Jocine. It was my fault you are down her with me." My mother explained.

"Is that why the judges were laughing at me? Because I was doing my best under the impression I was going to die! Yet they knew it already I was screwed from the beginning!" I lashed out in anger.

"That would be correct." My mother answered.

"Why Mom? Why would you do this sort of thing?" I continued asking knowing that there was hopefully a reason to the madness. I was awaiting to hear a response from my mother but then I had a sudden turn of the cheek because I had realized then that it wasn't even my mother's fault that this happened. The capital wanted me and my mother gone for population purposes. I have noticed that they have been getting rid of a lot of the girls. Which in my mind is sexist.

I took a look around at the scenery but yet I really couldn't imagine anything that was really going on because of the deteriorating smell and everything that came with it. The smell was horrendous in the beginning but it just continued to get worse. I couldn't think and my brain couldn't process any thought what-so-ever and it continued to annoy me.

I stopped and listened as they were talking about and event for the bottom 3 of each city in the capital and this frustrated me. I liked the fact that it would give people a chance to redeem themselves but this would also make people think that it is okay to get last because they have the possibility to get saved.

This announcement infuriated me. I was unhappy with the results of what just happened already to think that I would continue to be happy to know that I will get no experience and I will have to compete alongside my mother as she will be my partner in crime. It was broadcasted that only 3 people will stay alive. To me on the other hand it still felt like a giveaway and a kill whoever you want exhibition. I heard footsteps again. I was hoping that they would be my father's so that he would save me. But that wasn't the case. It was the wardens again coming to drop off the other guy. The one that was in third place. And this seemed to settle me down a little bit.

"At least it's not just something that's unorganized and it is something that the government has planned so it has to be better than normal." I thought knowing that nobody would notice.

I saw the guy that just came in become depressed as if something very wrong happened at the worst moment. He seemed solemn and looked guilty for something that he had done. I knew that this was the guy that was now second to last as my mother was now last and I came to realize that she was saved by this event.

"Why do we the people have to go through this and the government had to? We are like their Guinea pigs and we don't get anything in return. Why do you think that is?" The man asked annoyed and frazzled by what was going on at the moment and time.

"I think it is okay for something like this to happen... it has been the new modern day America for five years now. We should be used to it by now." My mom explained.

I started to think of a way that I could escape but I could not see a thing because this place was really dark. This place was still the dreadful place that I was able to feel coming down here. But there was something else the stench it became worse; something that I wouldn't have presumed. It started to reek of none other than death. The stench would tool with your emotions and make it so you want to die.