The Recalling- Freedom

Risk it or lose it. Rose's decision

The Recalling: Freedom

12:24 P.M.

            Ten minutes must have passed by when Rose stopped crying. That was just a guess, after being in the dark basement. Time couldn’t go any slower �" no matter how much she would wish a godmother would come to her rescue. She heard of Cinderella and her tale, but for that to happen to her, no way �" it was out of the question. She would like to say her situation resembled Cinderella’s, but hers was worse: she couldn’t remember if she ever set foot outside the house’s gates. She also wondered when the last time she met a human, besides her mother and sister.   What’s a guy like?

            Whenever a visitor came, Ella would force Rose to go to the basement. Did anyone even know she existed? But by her house being secluded from the other houses that surrounded the area, the answer was probably no.

            Than again, Ella and Anne were off to the farmer’s market. She heard them walk out with those outlandishly loud heals making that clack, clack, clack sound. Both . . . gone at the same time! This never happened. Usually, one or the other would be the evil watchdog, but this was something else.

            “I’m going to do it, but what if they find me? It would be a disaster! A tragedy! I can’t let that happen. But . . . they cannot catch me if they cannot reach me. Zion.”

            Zion �" a place of light or darkness �" is a good place depending on who you were. Freaks live at Zion, but fugitives stay there only temporarily. Rose called the citizens of Zion freaks because they were the only crazies who didn’t have the common sense to stay at such a place and live. Zion was a desert. Arid, dry, hot. How did the citizens of Zion even get food, not to mention water?

            In order to reach Zion, she had to walk a mile north from her house �" prison. After the mile, if she remembered the map right, there would be a huge canyon with two bridges: The Bridge of Distraught and Faith Bridge. The Bridge of Distraught was closer to Zion than Faith Bridge, so she decided to walk over the Bridge of Distraught. Why those names were chosen to identify those bridges was a question. But it was just a bridge, wasn’t it?

            Rose leaned down next to her feet in the darkness, feeling for her lantern that was out of oil. On her knees, she was feeling the ground to find the lantern. As she moved forward, she tipped the lantern by her foot.

            CRASHHHHHHH!!!

            Great, jussssst, great.

            After the accident, she pushed herself onto to her feet and headed to the door. Darkness did not affect her all that much; she only had to avoid the walls. But that’s why you have fingers. After exiting her prison, as she would call it, she turned to her left and lifted her feet slowly to climb the wooden stairs.

            CREEEEEEEK!

            CREEEEEEEK!

            CREEEEEEEK!

            Or maybe she would go up the stairs faster, after all the creaking sound really annoyed her. She welcomed the light’s rays with a smile after coming out of the darkness. She raised her hands, observed her white skin, and walked into the kitchen. If there was one detail about the Cinderella tale that was true of Rose, it was this: Rose was gorgeous. She was a slender and as tall as an average girl was, but in a matter of fact, there was nothing average about her: she was extraordinary. She had blonde, smooth hair and her eyes were sometimes green, black, or hazel. Her personality was warm and welcoming. Whenever she laughed or smiled, she would make you feel at home. But this was why Ella and Anne hated her. Hatred was prized, not being nice or cute.

            Rose kept the two-story mansion, plus the basement, in order. From the day she was born to today, she was only trying to please her mother by being obedient, responsible . . . . Hated, that’s all she got. Rose even tried being mean, stealing . . . . Hated  even more. Rose didn’t know what to do. But what she liked to do was to be mean, steal, and be bad. She liked evil. Much so that she went to Mr. Plums house and stole his plums every Monday. She liked plums.

            When she walked in the kitchen, she grasped the map lying on the kitchen; she also decided to get something to eat.  After all, a little nourishment and knowing where you are at would never hurt. After a little treat, an escape would do just fine. The exit? The exit was the back door, the opposite door from which she came from.

            “A girl needs nutrition for a very long trip. I think this banana might do just right. And this nectarine, and plum, definitely the plum.”

            Because Rose did not have a bag to carry anything, she just grabbed a banana, nectarine, and the plum, but she did eat an apple in the kitchen before the trip.

            After the collection, she headed straight for the backdoor from the kitchen table. Each step, a closer step for freedom. The hardest part in escaping was escaping the house, not escaping the gate. The gate could easily be unlatched, but normally, there was always someone in the house. When she reached the door, she quickly raised her hand, and eagerly twisted the door knob in slow motion to savor the moment. Turning, turning, and stop.

            “What gives?”

            She tried again, but this time she looked down at the doorknob, observing its every motion. It only turned halfway and stopped. She turned again. Same results.

            “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

            Her hand was still on the doorknob, but she lifted her head and saw a white piece of paper. There was always a white piece of paper on a door telling Rose to do this or do that. Rose raised her right hand that gripped the doorknob, and she snatched the piece of paper nailed to the door. Standing still by the door, she read the note.

 

“By now you have figured out that no one is home to babysit you, so you are trying to escape. Go ahead, by all means, go. But let me tell you one thing: go and you die.”

 

            No way. Not if I kill her first.

            After reading the paper, she just let it float to the ground and began thinking of finding another means of escape. The door was locked and surely, the front door was locked also. But there are the windows, and that is a way people can come in and come out. So Rose walked from the door behind the kitchen table, where a window (four feet from the ground) was located, and she broke the wooden beams in the window. After breaking the beams, she lifted herself outside the window going headfirst. In the first time in a long time, she breathed her first taste of freedom. Refreshing. Soul-Awakening. All at once, she lifted her body out of that dreadful place to find herself unlocking the last lock before freedom. Once she was out, she ran on the green grass for her very life to the white gate. The grass, the fruit trees, the pond, even herself �" all that mattered was arriving at the gate and getting out �" she did not notice anything around her.

            KREEEEEEK!!!

            Rose closed the gate behind her, ran thirty feet at the outsides of Lost Woods, and unraveled the map that she just took out from her pocket.

            “Freedom.”

 

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing chapter. I like the way he planned the trip and the many situation that came up in the chapter. You have my attention. i look forward to reading more. A excellent chapter.
Coyote