Project 14 (BEING REWRITTEN)

Epilogue

17 Months Later

I still have to watch Junior. He’s slowly getting better. The Colony allowed me to stay with him since I had no other people to stay with.

          “So, have you heard from Josh at all?” Junior asked when I finished making him breakfast.

          I shook my head. “No. Not since I left the hospital.” I looked at him. “You should be resting. The doctor said you should rest since you have way worse injures than me.”

          “Yes mother. It’s just, you don’t see me as much.” Junior still stood in the doorway.

          “I see you like, everyday.”

          “Yeah, I know that. But what I mean is that now I’m getting better, we just don’t spend as much time together.”

          “Here,” I handed Junior his plate. “Drop this conversation.” I walked past him and went up to my room.

          I sat on the window seat and continued to write. The things I wrote caused me to get emotional. Ever since the accident, I had a passion for it. Josh said I had a thing with writing.

          Tears fell down my face and I wiped them away. A knock erupted me from my thoughts.

          “An officer dropped this off for you.” Junior said as he came into my room.

          “Thanks.” I said and took the envelope from him.

          Junior nodded and left. I opened it and someone told me to meet them in the cemetery at eight tonight. A million questions ran through my head. Who could this person be?

There are reasons why I have been avoiding Junior. I still love him as a friend, but something changed when I got taken to the Convoy Americas. Even the accident changed me somehow.

          Everything seemed like a blur and I couldn’t help but wonder what is causing me to change. What did Josh think of me when I was lying on that hospital bed? He’s seen me on more hospital beds than anyone. I felt bad. Sometimes I don’t even intend for all this crap to go wrong. Nothing is at my control. It’s always beyond my control.

          Eight o’clock rolled around and I made my way to the cemetery. I walked over to my mother’s grave. Twigs snapped behind me. I turned around and saw someone walking towards me.

          “Hello, my little princess.” The person stopped in front of me. A smile crept on to his face.

          “Who are you?” I asked.

          “I’m your dad, Cassandra.”

          My eyes opened wide and my heart dropped. “I thought you were dead.”

          “Dead? Who told you I was dead?” The man came closer. Now I could see his face in the dim light.

          “Mom,” I said. “She told me you were dead. She shot you.”

          “No, princess,” my dad looked me in the eyes. “I was never shot. Your mother wanted me dead. She did some horrible things to me. And then she told you I was dead.”

          “But where have you been all these years?”

          Dad sighed. “Hiding. I managed to find somewhere that wasn’t on Colony 14’s map.”

          We talked for a little while longer. And when we finished, he gave me a hug. “I’ll see you soon, Cassandra.” He said and disappeared into the darkness.