Purpose
By:
Ashley~~
P.S: I do NOT own Roland orr the book Unwind. If I did I would be cuddling Roalnd right now. The only character I own is Ashley, anddd my story, sooo yea xD T.T Enjoy!
Starting Point:
(ok thisss starts like when Roalnd's being led to be unwound at Happy Jack Havest Camp, and he starts having all these flashbacks about the reason why he ran away from being unwoud and ended up and Sonia's place and stuff)
Roland didn't like to show his weak points. He didn't like to let people in, he hated the feeling of having someone know almost everything about him, and he hated getting close to people for that very reason.
Except when it came to her.
(while roland's being lead down the red carpet to the Chop Shop, on like pageeee... 286-287 in the book, the italicized words are from the book, not me, the regular font letters are my writing, unless it says 'flashback' before.)
Roland's legs feel weak as they bring him out into the light of the day. The red carpet stretches out before him, the color of dried blood. Any time kids cross that terrible stone path, the always jump over it as if touching it were bad luck. Now they won't let Roland step off of it.
"I want a priest," says Roland. "They give people priests, right? I want a priest!"
"Priests give last rights," says the counselor, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder. "That's for people who are dying. You're not dying- you'll still be alive, just in a different way."
"I still want a priest."
"Okay, I'll see what I can do."
The band on the roof of the Chop Shop has begun their morning set. They play a familiar dance tune, as if to mock the dirge playing inside his head. He knows Risa is in the band now. He sees her up there playing the keyboard.
And as he looks at Risa, his imagination gets the better of him. He tries to see her with short, ringlet tipped blonde hair that frames a gentle face almost like a halo. He tries to see those dark blue eyes that he's missed for nearly a year now, and he tries to picture that body that he always wished to keep against him. He desperately misses her. Not Risa, no, no, her.
He feels a pang in his heart, which is something Roalnd barely ever feels, until his thoughts land on her. She's the only one that ever got to him like that. And the only one that ever will.
He knows Risa hates him but he still waves to her, trying to get her attention. Even an acknowledgment from someone who hates him is better than having no one but strangers watch him perish.
She doesn't turn her eyes toward the red carpet. She doesn't see him. She doesn't know. Perhaps someone will tell her he was unwound today. He wonders how she'll feel.
He wonders if they will even inform Ashley, he wonders if it will hurt her as much as it had the first day she found out he was being unwound. It probably will, but he'll never get another chance to comfort her, to make her feel better.
He wonders what she'll do.
They've reached the end of the red carpet. There are five stone steps leading to the doors of the Chop Shop. Roland stops at the bottom of the steps. The guards try to pull him along, but he shakes them off.
"I need more time. Another day. That's all. One more day. I'll be ready tomorrow. I promise!"
He's not saying it because he's afraid. Oh no, he's saying it because he doesn't want to be here, just like everyone else. But it's not because he has a home to go back to, filled with loving parents. He wants to be back with her, he wants everything to be ok.
For once.
And still, above him, the band plays. He wants to scream, but here, so close to the Chop Shop, his screams will be drowned out by the band. The counselor signals to the guards. The guards grab Roland more firmly just beneath the armpits, forcing him to take those five steps. In a moment he's through the doors, which slide closed behind him, shutting out the world. He can't even hear the band anymore. The Chop Shop is soundproof. Somehow he knew it would be.
Once they strap him down to the operating table, he knows it's useless to fight, there's nothing he can do. Not anymore. It almost kills him inside to think he'll never be able to do the things he promised her, the things he always knew would make his life, finally, better than ever. He does not struggle, or curse at them, he just lets them do what they want.
The nurse that's currently by the operating table tries to make small talk with him while they set things up, but he ignores her. His mind is lost in memories of a better time, a better place.
(ok NOWWW for the flashbacks, now you'll learn about Ashley, finally. xD)
Flashback:
A girl and a boy, both five, ran through a meadow behind his house, both squealing as five year old Roland tries to tag Ashley. Her halo of blonde hair flits in the breeze, she's just a tad bit quicker than he is, and when he finally gets her, she screams and tackles him to the ground. They wrestle, like it's nothing knew. Which, it isn't really, they've been together ever since the day they were both born. Their mothers were best friends, back then.
~five years later~
Ten year old Roland picks at his cast which encases his arm, the spot where he drew the shark is fading by now, but he doesn't mind. Ashley'll re-draw it for him tomorrow when she comes over. Back then, he knew he had some feelings for her, he just didn't know what they were. He was now a bit more shy around her, but she didn't mind.
When she arrives at his house and finds him in his backyard the next day, he can't help but grin. She's wearing the shirt he gave her for her birthday, the one with a rose on it, it fits her just right.
One of his most favorite parts about her is her eyes, the ones she was born with. Not transplanted with. She never let her parents get her transplants, there was nothing wrong with her. Her eyes were this shade of dark blue that was original, unique, and around her pupils was a shock of silver that sometimes looked like cloudy blue when it was raining.
He loved those eyes, and he loved when they were looking at him and him only. Because he could see everything in those eyes, everything she felt for him, she never held anything back from him. She accepted him for who he was, unlike his step dad. She even knew about his step dad beating his mom, he never kept anything from her. It was almost impossible. But he didn't mind.
~three years later~
Thirteen year old Roland was now officially boyfriend/girlfriend with Ashley. He protected her in a way that everyone knew said 'back off, she's mine'. He even got in fights with any guy that even looked at her wrong. No one got his girl. No one. Ashley didn't mind though, she wouldn't have anyone else.
It was about a year before he figured he loved her. And another four months before he told her. She smiled that day, I remember her smile, it was my favorite. Always reaching her eyes, and I remember the feeling that began to grow in my chest when she said it back, and how I knew she was telling the truth.
They stayed together, and to the teachers it was like they were bound at the hip.
~two months after turning 15~
I remember the time we both decided we wanted eachother more than anything in the world. I remember that I spent every waking minute I could with her.
I remember how her parents didn't mind.
But the one thing Roland remembered most, was the day he found the unwind papers that had been signed for him. And he remember that same night when he told Ashley about it.
She cried. She tried to go back to his house and beg his parents to un-do it, but he wouldn't let her. He just stood there and held her for what seemed like an eternity. And she let him.
The papers had said that when he turned sixteen he would be taken to the harvest camp to be unwound.
And that same night, Roland found his step-father beating his mother again. This time, he fought back.
And it gave them more of a reason to unwind him, his mother even sides with his step-father on it.
~a week before he turned 16~
Roland's favorite night with her was when he took her virginity, and gave her his. He remembers holding her so tight, and remembers feeling so whole, for once. He remembers how, when they were done, he'd seen the blood coming from her, and how he'd felt so bad at the time.
I remember getting her pain killers, and then lying with her against my chest, and how she begged me not to go in a week. I remember holding her close and wishing I didn't have to, wishing I could just stay right here.
But what I remember most, is how I finally realized she was my purpose. My reason for living.
~two days before he turned sixteen~
I finally thought of a plan. I know what to do. I tell Ashley to run away with me, but I know she can't. I promise her I'll come back for her when I'm eighteen, and she promises she'll wait for me, and I know she will. It shows in those eyes.
I brush her hair back from her face and watch her face. The face I won't see for a long time.
That night, I pack everything, leave my house, and go to her. When she comes outside we kiss, and it's one of the best I can remember, since it may be our last. But I won't think about that now.
I hold her as tight as the night I took her virginity, and I promise her I'll come back and I'll marry her, and we'll start a family some day and she begins to cry again. But those tears are both sad because I'm going, and happy at the possible future. She then holds my face in her hands and watches my eyes and says sternly,"You come back now, you here?"
I nod, and then I'm gone.
Back to now:
I ran that night, and the next day I found Sonia's place, and everything just sort of happened from there, now here I am.
Roland watches as one of the other people holds a syringe and fills it with something, then the man moves it down to Roland's neck. To him, it almost happens in slow motion.
Then something odd happens, the door opens and everyone turns there head towards it.
And there's an angel standing there.
Well, not really an angel, but a girl who looks like one, she's dressed in white shorts and a tank-top, with shoulder-length blonde hair that shines like gold in the sunlight coming from behind her, and eyes that are a dark blue with a penetrating gaze. She's slim, but not like an anorexic, she's more curvey, and she looks pissed and calm and happy all at the same time.
And it's then that it clicks in Rolands head why the face looks so familiar, and he blurts out in disbelief and relief the name he's wished to say since the night he left her more than a year ago.
"Ashley!"
OMG clifffffyyyyy xD
Don'tcha just love it tho?
And yeah I know Roland sounds a little off x.x I trieddd
Because I love this book. A lot.
Anddd I hate when Roland gets unwound.
Even if he's a bad guy.
xD review pleaseee and you guys get a huggg and some fudgeee
Because I love you alllll
~bellzy