Oblivion

Chapter 2

The mayor drones on, explains how the government worked, intricately and 'without fault'. What a derelict. He has no clue.

I think back eight years to when I was six, and at a similar ceremony. In this one though no deaths would occur, no, not in this one. This ceremony was where we were separated into our 'occupation groups' where we would study the occupation we had been selected to pursue, that is if we actually lived. You see at this ceremony only one of us from each group was chosen for the occupation, to become the youngest member of the work force. Our society was small, the largest concentration of people were those that were under thirteen. We didn't need a lot of workers.

The rest of the children who weren't chosen were taken and killed. Mama, the motherly voice in my head was the one who taught me this was wrong, if it weren't for her I'd be totally oblivious about the entire situation.

It went from the lowest jobs, laborers to the highest, white collar jobs.

I was in the occupation group for a doctor, which meant I was one of the last to go, one of the last to know my fate. Chris was in training for a lawyer, which made towards the end, too.

Time seems to have broken, going so slow yet fast at the exact same time. A rip in the endless fabric of the universe, that's where I was sitting in Aria Land at the current time.

"May the occupation group lawyers please come up to the podium." The speaker boomed over the microphone.

I squeezed Chris' hand and sent him off towards his fate.

"This year the Society 15 new lawyer is," He cleared his throat "Emma Richtor."

She was handed a certificate and the rest of them, hours away from death sat down, and Chris was one of them.

"It's fine, I've always wondered about what's on the other side, and if I'm a ghost you'd better damn believe I'm haunting your sorry ass." He chuckled.

How he could be so light hearted at such a time was beyond my knowing.

"Maybe God is real" His mood turned serious.

"I'm agnostic."

"You'd rot In hell if he was"

"Eh the devil's scared of me."

He chuckled again, and the microphone turned back on.

"May the occupation group doctors please come to the podium."

I choked, my insides turning to soup, but I obeyed and was secretly thinking I had a good chance.

"This year the Society 15 new doctor is," he paused, probably for suspense "Xavier winshaw."

I held back a tear and could almost collapse but somehow my jello legs got me back to my chair, and my life nowhere near complete was running towards a black hole of an end