Chosen

Chapter Three

The bakery was down the road and a block away. Darkness was coming down and I knew they would close soon yet I found myself walking down the long narrow road. I passed the beach and stepped on he shoreline. Till I reached the shopping district I walked into the bakery to see a large plump man with a long white apron that hung to his knees. He stared at me with delight like I was his first customer.

“Welcome to Yescavi’s” which in Yeming means delicious. He walked me over to the front desk.. Where bread stood inside the glass.

“Um do you have the most cheapest and finest bread” I asked with a lump in my throat I never come to places like these my mom usually did this. The man looked at me surprised and held out his hand. I assumed he wanted my coins so I began digging in my satchel and pulled out two yem coins. He grabbed them and checked to see if they were real.

“Ok little darling we have regular bread or mint” I went with mint because I remember when my mom got it for dessert and we would feast on it for months. A tear fell. The man grabbed a large loaf of bread and handed it to me.

“This is mint” I asked.

“Open it up” I ripped the bread in to as little pieces of mint sant in the baked bread along with a lemony scent; I glanced up at the man and he gave me a smile and walked upstairs. The bakery was closed. As i left i could have sworn he was watching me before i could really analyze his face the lights went off and it was darkness. Darkness hovered over the town waiting for light to return. I was alone and wished i was in my mother’s arms. I took small bites of the bread tasting the tanginess it brought. I made it up the pole and into my room. As soon as i sat my bread down a loud blow shook the house. I stumble back as I recognized the midnight check. I ran up to the basement and made sure the window was locked. Then i ran to the front door and re hammered the door. The shadows of men pass me by as I curl up to the wall. I crept back up the steps and into my room. I couldn’t let them see me to them this house is empty and vacant.  I bit some bread as cries of horror haunt my dreams and gunshots echoing through my home.

The cold black air surrounded me as I took in the coldness. It ran through my body as I realized it was toxic. I fell to the floor clutching a nearby pole and screaming. Things passed my mind my mom being shot, my dad killed ,the young woman and daughter killed. It was so painful. Tears bear down my eyes as they pass again.

“Nooo!!!” I scream loudly “Nooo!!”  I scream louder. I pound my head against the pole as I feel something wet and warm drizzle down my head. I reach back to see blood on my hand. I gasp as I see more memories as my fears past. I clutch my waist as I go through stomach pains. I scream again only to hear rumbles across from me. I shout again only for my mouth to be covered and my sde to be beaten. It only got worse. The loud rumbling sound outside wakes me up as I clutch the side of my bed. my wet hair dangled on my face as I turn to see my sheets red covered with blood. My heart stops as I realized it was my chosen ceremony. They say on the day of your chosen ceremony you have a dream of your flashbacks and you wake in a puddle of blood. Many just stay up late. but somehow the dream gets to them. I jump out my bed and sprint to the window. A crowd of people were walking towards city hall carrying balloons and flowers. They were happy. Only because I was chosen and not them. I sigh. I my back was drenched with blood as I pulled my shirt off and put it in the corner of my room. I walked into mom’s room and got another shirt only it was purple. I put half of my mint bread in my satchel and headed out. I had to leave before they find me and burn the house down to get me out. They don’t even know I live here considering the tracker in my arm. I found my way into the crowd but everyone stopped. They all stared at me and gasped. I knew I was out of place and should be in city hall by now getting ready but I had to at least be a part of something before I go out there and kill myself. I guess they didn’t understand. The guards found me and threw me in a van and blindfolded me, I began to scream but realized that it was not worth it. The van stopped at the hall and I was brought out. Gasps echoed and i rolled my eyes. They will never think iII knew was going to lose what I had and what was never going back. I was knocked out with fluid before I could see the hall.