Disclaimer: I don't own the bible, or the future, or pretty much anything else. I guess Josephine/Rafya, her family and the slaves. I don't own DC Talk (obviously, although I wouldn't argue…) or their book Jesus Freaks II: Revolutionaries, although it did give me this idea.
Also, please realize that this is only a preview, and I'm wondering if anyone would read this story if I posted all of it. Just let me know, and there is a shorter preview on my bio. Please bear with the fact that there isn't a lot of talk about Christ yet, I need to set up a back story first or else the story will make no sense. So let me know, okay? Thanks!
Life is like a roller-coaster ride, isn't it? Moving along so quickly, with ups and downs, hardly a chance to breathe before you're screaming again. I remember the days of roller-coasters and laughs, fun all the time. That was… before. Before all of this began, before I lost everything, and before I realized the most important lesson of my life. Don't they realize? Death CANNOT silence this message. Pain, physical injury, persecution and suffering CANNOT silence this message. Slavery CANNOT silence this message. I've learned all of those lessons the hard way.
Perhaps, for your sake, I should start at the beginning. My name was Josephine, now it is much different. I was born seventeen years ago on a small farm in the middle of absolute nowhere USA. The year now is 2134, and the little bit of history I got from my short studies told me much about the twenty-first century. We have, in this century, many of the luxuries enjoyed in the previous two centuries. However, we seem to lack many of the things that made America the shining force it once was. Electricity is a rare commodity. Of course those who are rich enough to afford it, are also rich enough to own slaves. Yes, it is a tragic fact that when fossil fuels ran out, we regressed back to owning slaves. It was the only way the country could press onwards. Also, Christianity has been outlawed for more than half of a century.
My family was prosperous, keeping no less than ten slaves at a time. I wasn't well loved in my family, being a girl, and therefore useless. Still, I was treated better than the slaves for the most part. The youngest of my siblings, I had yet to come into age as my story begins. I can only hope that is enough back story for now, because my heart tells me to press onwards and tell my whole story now.
The day it happened… IT, the best and worst day of my life… I was twelve. It was the most terrifying day of my life, and it was long in coming, little did I know. My twelfth birthday and I was awakened in my little grotto of a room by my brother's harsh laughter. The eldest, Ruben, was standing at my bedside, looking down at me. He barked out my name, causing me to jump. He was the silent one for the most part, speaking only as it was necessary. His lips did lift in a smirk, however, as he looked down at me. The middle boy, Asher, was laughing so hard I thought he would be on the floor in a moment. It was a cruel laugh, not a sound for happy thoughts, more for foreboding. Foreboding it was as Ruben grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me out of bed with bruising force. The third brother, Calder, had joined Asher in his laughter, but when I was standing before them, held against my eldest brother's chest, they both ceased laughing, standing up straight.
"It's time to go," Ruben said, his voice carefully neutral as he shoved me ahead of him towards the door. The youngest of the boys, Laban, still three years my elder, stood in the doorway, regret covering his features. I knew something was coming, something I wouldn't like.
"Wait!" I shouted as I regained my balance from Ruben's shove. "Go? Where are we going?" I turned to stare into the eyes of my eldest brother. The eyes of the boy who, when I was only four hears old and he was coming of age at thirteen would still play with me; the one who held me when I cried and wiped away my tears; the one who had promised me his life for my protection, and who told me he would be the perfect older brother for his baby sister. I stared into the eyes of the one who had changed overnight when our father brought him aside, beat him, and told him he was no long allowed to be around the "curse". That was me.
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