A Bloody Melody (Discontinued)

Chapter Twelve

A Bloody Melody

Chapter Twelve

I had a memory, from long ago, of when we had to evacuate the tunnels. The alarms had gone off in every house, room and corridor. We'd been instructed that there had been a chemical released in Lytham, a town near Blackpool, that was connected through the tunnels and would reach the area within the hour.

People where in a panic, as they had been many times before. It was another threat to those who had fought to survive and just manage to settle down. We had to leave everything behind and get to the trains. They would take us somewhere safe. Children and Women went first, then the men. It was the same as it had been for generations.

When I got to the station, the one I would later use to get to school, I was crying. I was scared, the last time this had happened I wasn’t old enough to remember it. My father was carrying the twins and Lilith and Mitchell were walking in front of him. My mother was pulling me along, her hand grabbing mine in a vice grip. I remember she kept looking around, saying words I don’t remember. She was more panicked then I had ever, or would ever, see her.

She was looking at the people behind us. I tried to turn around but she pulled me back. She didn’t stop. She didn’t pause. She just kept running, like a lot of people. When we got on to the train, Dad had to wait. That was when she let go of my hand. In the tunnels, at rush hour, it’s hard not to get lost. The current can pull in the opposite direction. In the station it was different, it always had been. You had to be careful where you stood, and had to fight your way past everyone else.

Every person in the station was panicked. It was such a rush. People were fighting to get on the trains, ripping every which way. So when my mother let go off my hand I was swept away. I was too small to fight my way back to her. All I could do was flow away, screaming at her. It only took a couple of seconds for a man to catch me.

He took hold of the hand my mum had let go of and pulled me to him. I was kicking and screaming. I was so scared he would take me away. Only he didn’t. I don’t remember what he said. It was just comforting, He was a big man and he pushed his way back to the train. He handed me over to my mother who was leaning out the window. Then he left. I was seven.

He could have just ignored me like everyone else. He could have left me to die. But he didn’t. He showed me the way back to my family. He took me back to the train. I didn’t understand right then what he had done, but I did now. He had done a selfless act. He had saved my life. Just by simply showing me the way to my family.

I couldn’t help but be reminded of this memory as I sat in my kitchen. There had been many disasters back on Earth. I tried to block most of them out because they were so horrific. Not this one. That day was barely even remembered by most simply because it was like so many others. Not me. I remembered.

It was something so simple. So why couldn’t anyone person from that tree house have shown me the way to Deacon. They weren’t in any dangerous situation. They were just mad that I didn’t want to be a part of their rebellion.

Why would I want to be a part of something I didn’t believe in? This place was good. The leaders were good. Everyone was happy. There were no terrorists. There was no starvation. It had its setbacks, but Deacon was how Earth used to be, with dinosaurs.

I rubbed the back of my hand on my head. All this thinking was giving me a headache. I had barely any sleep and I could feel the effects. I held the blanket around my shoulders and waddled into the back garden so I could lie down on the hammock.

The clouds were still in the sky. It hadn't rained yet, it was like the sky was waiting for something. They had turned and unusual shade of purple with all the light that was trying to pass through them. I was sure that they would open up soon and rain would start to pour. I just had to be patient.