The Judgment Chapter 2
I refused to accept what was on the paper. I read it over and over again waiting for it to change but it remained the same time after time. "Congratulations! You have been chosen to serve our government and yours by sacrificing your blood to us. See you very soon, signed the G.C.V (government of the civilization of vampires)." I could feel my mother and Mira push up against my back so they could read the letter over my shoulder. I could tell they'd finished reading it because mom started to cry and Mira hugged me from behind. I didn't take my eyes off the letter, I couldn't. My mom pried the letter from my lifeless fingers and grabbed me in a hug. She cried on my shoulder and I hugged her back.
"Miss Christopher we have to go now." The man at the door said. I had almost forgotten he was there. My mother moaned and cried harder. I pushed her off me gently but firmly.
"Oh Janiebear!" My mother cried and kissed my forehead. I kissed her cheek then her trembling hand. Then I turned to Mira. She starred at me with glossed over wet eyes and then squeezed me in a hug. She cried too, but I still couldn't find the tears to cry.
"We're running late. Please Miss Christopher we have to leave." I pulled away from Mira reluctantly. I looked at Mira and mom.
"Goodbye." When I said it my voice cracked. It was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. Then I walked to the door. I turned around for one last look. I looked at everything, memorizing every detail. I looked over at the table and looked at the pictures. There as one of me and mom. The picture was taken Christmas morning when I was three. My dad snapped the picture of my face just as my mother rolled out a new tricycle. I was so excited and happy. It was purple, my favorite color at the time, and had a big yellow bow on it. Mom looks so young in that picture. It shows the sparkle that used to be in her eyes, the one that disappeared after my dad died.
The next picture was of me and Mira. It was taken last year at prom. Mira was in a long pink dress that looked amazing with her layered shoulder-length black hair. I was in a strapless bold yellow dress that landed just above my knees and my red hair was curled to perfection. Mira and I had the biggest smiles on our faces. I remember that picture was taken by some random strangers who happened to be walking down the same street as us; it was taken with the setting sun behind us. I loved that picture, with the combination of how good we looked and the beautiful sunset in the background it looked like an ad in a magazine.
The last picture on the table was of me and my dad. It was a picture of us in a rowboat at a cottage we rented for a week the summer I was twelve. It was taken by my mom from the dock. I almost laughed out loud thinking about how a couple of minutes after that picture was taken a seagull flew over and pooped on my dad, we laughed so hard that we tipped over the boat. Now I felt like crying because I missed my dad so much, but I guess I'll probably see him pretty soon. I have had countless dreams about seeing him again and jumping into his arms, then he would swing me around, kissing my forehead. And we'd sit and talk for hours like we used to, leaving time and reality behind. Oh how I missed those days.
I grabbed the picture of me and mom and slammed it against the edge of the table. Everyone in the room jumped and my mom even let out a little scream. I bent down and picked the glass off the picture and picked it up. Then I grabbed the one of me and Mira and smashed that one too, and then the one of me and dad. I held the three pictures for a second then folded them up and put them in my back pocket. I turned back to Mira and mom, locked eyes with each of them, then turned and walked out the door knowing I'd never return.