2
I slowly awaken from my medicated dream, drowsy, but glad that the first crack of the pistol that I heard earlier is no longer haunting me. I am lying on what feels like a cloud, and covered in warmth that I never got back home. As I open my eyes, I begin to realize where I am, remembering the selection and what happened before I slipped into medicated dreams. The room that I am locked in I is covered in a layer of lush red velvet and has hints of pale rose pink on the walls. The door opens as I am taking in my surroundings. A young boy walks in carrying a silver tray.
The silver tray seems to smell as if there is food on it, and I have to concentrate on other matters as I try to ignore the massive rumbling that my hungry stomach is making. I notice that I am wearing a lacy white gown, with small pearls sewn into the material. The gown fits so well that I hardly even notice the lace cuffs, and it is more comfortable than any other gown that I have ever worn.
"How long have I been here?" I ask.
"Two Days," the boy says, before turning his attention to the silver tray that he carried into my room.
The boy opens the cover of the silver tray with a look of pure determination on his face, and he sets the cover aside. I see a bowl of steamed vegetables on a bed of mashed potatoes, along with a dollop of butter and sour cream on the top. This mixture is drowned in a sea of rich, warm brown gravy. He opens yet another small bowl, and this one contains pieces of crispy, fried chicken drenched in a spicy orange sauce and topped with raw chives, and what looks like pickled chiles. He sets these two bowls on the bedside table, and pulls off the cover of the final dish. This last one is a stir-fried white perch, drenched in a delicious pan Asian sauce that is then topped with a mixture of cilantro, cucumber, and a dollop of mashed parsnips. I never dreamed that they would keep me locked up in a jail, just allowing me wander in this one room, and serve a gourmet meal. Its slightly disgusting, the thoughts of the House Governors. I ask about the other girl in the room next to me, who vomited a little bit earlier.
"Everyone reacts to the sleep gas differently. She is touring the gardens with the House Governor right now. Eat." He says, and begins to clean up the small mess I made earlier when I accidently dropped a candy, and it melted instantly once it hit the floor. He sprays what looks like a white foam that has a light scent of lemon on the spot, and the foam scrubs the carpet clean, then dissolves itself into the carpet. He throws away the rag into a trash chute, then turns his attention back to me.
After I finish the meal that he has brought me, I feel better then ever. I have not felt this full for ages. He brings me a hot, steaming drink, and I am about to reject it when I notice that it is tea. It has been spiced with cinnamon, nutmeg, and cream. I accept the drink gratefully, and sit sipping at it. Tea brings up memories of home, and the boy notices that my eyes have begun to tear up. He gathers the empty bowls onto the tray and leaves the room to me, to allow me to get over my grief of being separated from the rest of my family.
I head over to the window seat, and sit staring into the stables as I sip the creamy tea, memories of me together with my family passing through my head. After finishing the tea, I can no longer bear to hold the grief inside me for longer, I drop my head onto my knees and cry.
Hope you enjoyed Chapter 2 of Drift. The next chapter will be out as soon as I can type it! Review this chapter for me!
Sunny.