"You've got some explain' to do. You come home with a cracked bucket, no water and drenched!" He yells furiously at me. How do you expect some you more than double your age to be doing all of the work?
"This forsaken town is going NOWHERE! I get water every day, I tend to the apples every day!" I bite back.
"How dare you. I train you, I teach you I feed. I became your mom and your dad. After your mom died." His tone becoming dangerously mad.
"Mom! Mom died from the war. Don't you go blaming this on her! All you've done is sit around and watch the day go by" I scream at him! All of my rage of this little town comes pouring out. "The New World is POINTLESS, the war already killed most of us. We're the only ruddy town on this planet. There is no point! You don't get that!" I clench my fists into a ball, my nails start cutting into my skin. My eyes are dead ahead, out lashing my anger.
"Don't you dare say those insults to me. Pastor Jon will hear about this." He is flushed now and is about to stutter. He stalks off to the fields in his own childish way. Violently, he whips around and smacks me upside my head. Throwing me off balance, my head crashing towards the ground. I hold in tears. I mustn't cry, if I cry then he wins. "You will obey the person who has fed you and provided for you in this house!" As my head collides with the hard oak wood and his words echo in my ears as my world goes black.
I am standing in a white room. It's so clean. I run, no I glide among the white... well I don't know what they are made of. Am I dreaming? "Why hello Darwin." I jump back frightened. An Asian, skinny man walks towards me, from behind. "My name's not— "A head comes erupting out of my body. For a split moment, my body dissolves into some dispersed state. I touch my stomach feeling a little queasy.
"Good evening, Joseph, and it does seem to be that we have ourselves a guest" The man now titled as Darwin replied.
Joseph seems to be wearing a white buttoned coat, underneath is a white, cotton, finely sewn shirt. He has black hair. He has a very confident stride, but his thoughts seem elsewhere. On the contrast, Darwin has the same attire, but he has an outgoing and brisk stride. He eyes seem to gleam with adventure, and strangely also carefree. Carefree is an attitude you rarely see back in the town. Town! Wait, my dad just slugged me, the dirty--. My thoughts are interrupted but one of the speaking.
"So it seems, might you want to introduce yourself? You seem to be dozing off into space..." Joseph asks. They both turn their heads towards me.
"Me, right? No one else is here." I stutter out a response. Darwin chuckles
"Ha, no why of course." He wraps an arm around my neck and draws me forward. "Chairs, please." He claps twice and three wooden chairs, whose color contrasts the sleek white background greatly.
"I don't know what sorta stuff you guess your pulling, but am... Am I dead?" I sit down, and look at the two strangers. Joseph speaks first. His thoughts now seem focused.
"No, of course not, so what is your name?" He takes a seat opposite from me, but not too far away.
"You're the one that got me here. You should know who the heck I am" I snap back, but making sure I don't raise my voice. If they can snap their fingers and bring chairs, I don't want to think of what else they can bring.
"Look bud, no one is going to bring any torture machines while you are in here. What we really want to know is, do you know who you are?" Darwin says, finally taking a seat to the right of me, but making our chairs in a triangle formation.
"Of course, I know who I am! I am Goeaviasoa, but since my heritage (or any history since it got outlawed to teach) is of no use and most people can't pronounce Goeaviasoa, I go by Go. Yes, like Go away." I stand up out of my chair, rather surprise at myself for sounding so confident and not stuttering in the middle of that. I walk with my back against them. I walk for a few more seconds when WHACK!
My eyes pop open into the real world. Surprised at not being woken by a dog tongue, I get up. Then sit back down in the middle of the entryway. I sit there and realize I actually miss the dog. With my head spinning and the body shivering a sit there, back against the wall, and think about the crazy dream I just had. Why do I care? I must've dozed off some more because the next thing I now its dusk and there are people coming this way, people with guns, and angry faces. Oh, wait a day.
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The Handle of the Knife
General FictionA man's path to find himself, only to discover that was never what he intended to do.
