~A/N Hey this is my first fanfiction. Tell me if I should continue it. Constructive criticism is appreciated. (That includes the grammar nazis)~
Chapter 1: Elsewhere
A girl stands in a sterile room. She's surrounded by people with soft expression, contrary to the girls solemn face. The people look onto the girl as she steps up to a man with a syringe.
"Are you ready?" he asks.
The girl gives a sad smile and a small nod.
Slowly, the girl takes the syringe. She knows her father would be seeing this. She takes a deep breath and conjures up the most peaceful image she can think of. A smile spreads on the girl's face as the scene of a carnivals unravels in her head. From the bright colored balloons, the cotton candy and the children's laughter to the fast paced rides and the spinning Ferris Wheel, the image is enough to give her peace. Quickly, the girl injects herself with the liquid inside the syringe.
That was the suicide, or rather release of Rosemary, the daughter of the Giver. In her community, Rosemary is now a forbidden name, and her release is to never be spoken of. In a world of dulled sympathy, the moment Rosemary killed herself, the memories she kept with her were released. The images of war, pain, famine, love, happiness, anger and everything else Rosemary got from the Giver was spilled onto the community, and for a split second, everyone was whole. The whole community experienced real emotion for the first time, contrary to the subdued feelings they experience on a daily basis.
It was thought that Rosemary, the daughter of The Giver, had died. And that was the case, if not for a coincidence. A lucky coincidence, perhaps fate, an accident that caused a blue police telephone box to appear just at the moment Rosemary was taking her last breaths.