Freedom's Pulchritude (ON HOLD)

Second Chapter

That's it. I'm dead. I'm dead, i'm dead, i'm dead! What the hell just happened. I lost my mother and my father all in one day, in an instant, right before my eyes. Everything just seems like one big blur. How could this happen to me? Whatever it was, I don't even know what happened. I don't understand. All i know now is that I am locked in a confined space, my hands are tied, I'm covered in sweat, and my breath is coming out in pants. I don't know the people driving this car. I don't know where I am going. I don't know anything. I can't feel anything. I just feel like I am in a daze. I feel sleepy, I just want to rest. But who could rest when something like this just happened. Maybe if i just close my eyes and get comfortable, or pinch myself a couple times, I will relax and wake up. It's fine. It's just a dream, I'll wake right up and be in my bed. My dad hasn't even come home from his business trip. Yeah yeah. That's it.

Suddenly, there was a jolt as the car came to a stop at a red light I presumed. But it caused me to roll a bit towards the corner of the car. My body touched something wet and sticky, and it smelled horrendous. I hadn't noticed the smell till now.

I carefully looked over to my side and gasped. Oh my goodness, it was my father and mother. They stuffed them into the trunk with me in here. I felt like i was going to barf. I closed my eyes and breathed through my mouth but it was too late, once I opened my mouth for a gulp of air, I regurgitated all over the car.

Because of that terrible smell, and the smell of the bodies, it caused me to regurgitate even more. I felt disgusted, all I wanted to do was go home. I din't want what was coming for me. I just wanted to take a cold shower and sleep.

At this point, reality hit me and I just started bawling. Hot tears formed in my eyes as they fell down the sides of my face. I felt my hair get soaked, or what wasn't already soaked from all the blood in the car, at this point I really would have wished I didn't have such a strong stomach to withstand the smell of blood. I wish I would've fainted right there and then.

But there I was, unfortunately, facing the evil truth of my fate. I was in a small trunk of a car, laying beside my two bloody parents, and I knew that the future headed my way, wherever the future was that this car was taking me to, was a future of horror.

Then, the car stopped. I thanked God the ride was almost done and I could leave my parents bloody bodies. I hated this. Anything but this! 

The trunk of the car opened revealing a beautiful moon. I wonder if I could just escape the world and run away with the moon. I thought in my head.

Then the beautiful sight was covered by a shadow of a face, I whimpered when he grabbed me forcefully and tugged me out of the trunk and onto my feet beside him. He and the other guy grabbed my parent's bodies and threw them to the ground. 

I shuddered as I looked at their misshaped faces. They were cold and pale. They looked unrecognizable. I then looked away from there faces, tears were starting to form again. I looked around to see where we were. it was an open area. No buildings, cars, or any sign of life. For all I knew we were on a different planet. The road was old and bumpy and on each side of it was vast open land with one or  two trees and the rest was mostly dirt.

I heard a noise from beside me and saw that the man then went on to grab a shovel. He tossed it to my feet and I jumped frightened. Then he pointed out to the open area and said one word, "Dig."

I looked at him confused at first and then realization hit me. He wanted me to dig up my parents, in the ground, as a grave. I didn't make any moves to show i understood, so he walked over and picked up the shovel roughly placing it in my hands, "Do you not understand? Go over there and dig up your f*ucking parents!"

A few tears escaped my eyes, as i firmly grasped the shovel and walked over to my dad. I put the shovel down at his side and grabbed his arms pulling him into the open area.

More tears fell down my cheeks, my parent's deserve more than just some burial in a freaking desert. From what I knew, they were good people. I was about to turn around and give that man a piece of my mind, but I decided against it. Who knew what these people were capable of and besides, I could use some alone time from being couped up in the car.

I kept dragging on my dad watching as his feet limply dragged across the dirt. His right shoe fell off so when i finally plopped him in the spot I chose for burial, I went back and picked it up. Then i returned to my mom and started dragging her along. I made sure to lift her head so her hair wasn't that messy when she was dug up.

When I got both of them together, I started digging the hole. While I was digging I was saying bible verses from when I was a kid. I wanted to make sure my parent's were in a good place, I wasn't sure if it would help, but I gave it a try. I din't know them all, just bits and pieces.

I was really sweating now, so i took off my jacket and threw it to the side and tied my hair as best as I could, shoulder length hair can't really be put in a cute bun or ponytail.

When I completed the hole, i gently rested my parents down next to each other. I used my sweater to spit on and clean up the blood around their faces. I would probably regret this later, it would smell pretty bad and would make me remember this moment.

I smiled, remembering all the good times, and cried regretting the moments I may have seemed like a bratty or stubborn child. When i was done, reminiscing on their lives I put there hands together and noticed something in my mothers hand. I opened it up to see a family picture. It was covered in a bit of blood so i wiped that with my sweater too.  It was a picture of the three of us, we were outside of my house, it had been a snow day so I didn't have school, and my parents took time off too so they could spend it with me. we had hot cocoa and watched holiday movies. We played snow ball fights. Oh the days. How sweet of my mother to bring this along.

My mother was always doing great things like that. Thats why I loved her. She was a simple person, yet so full of love and meaning. She would always do or say small things that would make me smile.

I don't have as much memories with my dad. I just remembering him working a lot. he was a hard worker. He did a good job too, we never starved or needed a home. But he was the sweetest and gentlest man alive. So kind and good hearted. I loved him so much, both my parents. And they were very in love with each other as well.

 I stuffed the picture in my back pocket for safe keeping. I started to dig my parents up. I felt that each shovel of dirt I splashed on there bodies was a step towards a new life. The closer and closer I got to filling the hole, the closer I got to being a new me.

Once the hole was filled, I sat on the floor and cried for what seemed like hours. i was surprised the men hadn't called me back. I was so weak and powerless and I needed my parents. I felt terrible.

But that was it. After a couple hours I got up and wiped my tears away. I knew that whatever the future ahead was, I needed to be strong and courageous. I need to carry, metaphorically, a pocket knife around, just like my mother. I have become a new Emma. And this Emma demanded answers.

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BAM! Chapter 2 is done.

A bit shorter than chapter 1 but i really wanted to end it right there! Right with the NEW EMMA> haha

I'll have chapter 3 up in a couple of days. Enjoy!

Till the Next One , xoxo Delia

quote of the story( QOTS)

" I wonder if I could just escape the world and run away with the moon." Emma James