Disclaimer: Delirium and all its characters belong to Lauren Oliver
AN: Please Review and R&R let me know what you think.
Hana POV Now
"Fine," I say in a clam, level voice. In the distance I feel some longing, like someone is yelling at me but they are too far away for me to here like the roaring of the waves. I remember Lena and I in a similar position so long ago she was telling me about her mother and how she was about to run off to the Wilds with Alex. I remember she asked me if I would like to come to. I wondered what would have happened if I said yes. If I told her that I let the secret slip; that I told the government about her and Alex. Would we still be friends? Would I have fallen in love to, become infected? I don't know but, I do know that every day is the same, stable and perfect that today will be the same as tomorrow. Well, everything will be the same except I will not go to this cove again. Where Alex, Lena, and I share so many memories; it is the only place besides 37 Brooks where such memories exists and, that was burn down when the Invalids took down the walls on the Choosing day; The day where Fred was killed by the bomb in our house. The bomb I left with him.
I watch the waves ebb and flow like a painters strokes. I watch how Grace and the little girl laugh and play now they are sitting on a blanket building sandcastles. They remind me of Lena and me so long ago.
Lena wears a blue-green dress, her shoes are off and her feet have gravel on them from the so-called sand. There are scars on her feet too from what I am not sure. Her long hair that was tied up in a bun when I last saw her is now flowing freely playing with the breezes that come our way. I am curious about her. Where has she gone and what she has done over the past ten years? Of course, I read her biography; everyone must read it, mine, Alex's, Julian's, and Annabelle's, biographies who goes through school. It is part of the curriculum for recent history. Lena's is read by sophomores while mine is read by freshmen. Everyone knows their options so when they become a senior they can make a choice: on whether the wish to be cured or not.
The cure: a procedure where you cannot feel love. Those who get is can undo it if they are unsatisfied until they are fifty.
"What has Grace chosen?" I ask.
Hana POV Then
I walk down the street and hear a loud "Bang" the house has exploded and Fred is dead. I keep on walking. I walk until I see and abandon house a sad lonely little thing with its doors still open; it is empty. I strip off my white gown it is now dirty from the mud and the grass, and change into a purple tee shirt and jeans. The room looks like it had been ransacked the family that lived here obviously wanted to get out of here quickly. Maybe to join the invalids?
I do not know how I feel about being in a sympathizer's house. It's ironic this whole thing started at 37 Brooke's a sympathizer's house now it ends here, for me anyway.
No a voice says. It is not the end just a different beginning. It says again. The voice it sounds so familiar I wonder where I heard it before? It tone is light and teasing, quiet and soft in reminds me of a river that Lena and I used to sit at after our runs. My mother would always make us food so we can eat afterwards.
I sit up and walk out of the house. I know where I am going now. If it's a war the Invalids want it's a war they are going to get. They are not going to destabilize this world. I am the mayor now, for my husband is dead.
God forgive me for I have sinned.
AN: So what do you think? It's harder for me to write Hana's POV than Lena's. We will see more of Alex and Julian in later chapters. What do you think about becoming uncured? After, begin cured.
R&R please. Tell me what you think!
Yes two updates in one day!
