Chapter 1:
Five years later:
"Listen Mia I don't give a fuck what you think is best for me! I have lived in this rotting old factory my entire life so far and I don't want to waste any more of it!" Chelsea had her tiny suitcase in hand once again and looked down at the withering old woman. Chelsea scowled down at her pitiful 'master'. She had been enslaved to this hell hole of and orphanage her whole life. This one ad could actually get her out of this place once and for all.
"Chelsea, please think this over. We need you here. I'm getting old, so is Recha. Please don't leave." The old woman placed her hand on top of Chelsea's shoulder. Shaking the hand off, Chelsea gave her a disgusted look and walked out of the doors that held her prisoner for her most of her life.
The fall wind blew across the docks as Chelsea walked along the pier starring at each boat. I can't believe they fuckin wanted to enslave me my entire life so they wouldn't have to pay any old loser. If they wanted me so much they could have been just a tiny bit nicer. Hell, just even give me a paycheck once in a while.
"Secuse me ma'am burt ther boats about to shove erf." Chelsea shook her head, she'll rant later right now she just needed to get out of Hoboken.
"Thank you kindly sir." She was about to step on to the plat form that connected the boat to the dock when the old geezer with a lisp stopped her.
"Ma'am I need jo name and birf day." Chelsea eyed this man down. Why the fuck do they need my birthday? I mean name ok, but birthday? What the hell.
"Chelsea Glade. Winter 17."
"Thank ya kinderly ma'am. Yous ma now pass. Have a safe and healthy trips."
"Yeah. You too." Stepping pass the old geezer, Chelsea climbed the plat form to the boat. Take huge steps, she practically ran to the bathroom. Slamming and locking the door behind her, she set the tiny suitcase next to the sink and sat on the toilet. Resting her head in her hands, Chelsea let out huge breaths.
I'm free. No sharing old rotting rooms, no eating expired TV dinners during every meal. I'm free. Gone. Long gone. No one can ever track me down. Every one that really cares is either dead or dying. Those stupid bitches I bet they never expected this to happen.
I'm free from Recha, Mia, Charlie, and even Rose. Rose… poor Rose she didn't know what was coming when she signed that contract. And poor Charlie, he didn't even last one season. She was always such a weak kid, I'm sorry Charlie. I had to I…just had to.
Taking three deep breaths, Chelsea stood up and looked into the mirror. Her plain brown hair boring and like the old Chelsea. Her regular blue eyes looked like giant orbs of hatred. Even her lips looked like they needed some lip liner. All in all she looked like a freakin' hick that has never seen the light of day. Almost like a vampire. Ha, yeah a vampire!
Breaking out into laughter, Chelsea closed her eyes and fell back onto the toilet and just let it all out. Laughs became tears, tears became sobs, and sobs became convulsive gasps.
After about ten minutes after the sobs, Chelsea slowly began to calm down. I have to present myself to the crew and other passengers. I really have to stop this.
Standing up suddenly, she lifted up her suitcase and took a deep breath. "Ok Chelsea, this is it. Your new life starts now. Unlock the door. Step outside. Make small talk to the other passengers meet the crew. Greet them properly. Next find your room and let the rest be taken by fate."
She took another deep breath and turned the lock. A tiny click of the metal rung through her ears. Closing her eyes, Chelsea slowly began to open the door. Stepping out on to the deck of the boat. 100-mile hour wind began to whip around Chelsea as she barely held onto the railing of the boat. Rain and seawater sprayed everywhere. Gripping her suitcase, Chelsea's feet began to slip on the wet deck.
"Oh God please save me…" Breathing in and out she braced herself and leap across the deck and into the tiny hallway that leads to the rooms.
Opening each door, not a single person was left on the boat. Closing the last door, Chelsea held onto the railing. She was sheltered from the rain but the boat kept shacking and rocking back and forth there was now way she would be able to pull through. I can't make it. I can't make it. Recha was right I would never make it out in this huge world. I couldn't even make it out of America. Oh Charlie.
Suddenly a rush of excitement ran across Chelsea's face. A huge grin wrapped around her face. I won't die today. Living in Hoboken my whole life did help me in some ways.
Crossing the small hallway she opened one of the doors, right in front of her was a staircase. It was tight and small but just fit her. Placing her suitcase next to the controls, Chelsea walked over to the radio and dragged the extension cord over to the wheel. Clicking on the radio a slight buzzing sound filled the silence of the cabin.
"Hello? Hello? This is the St. Marie. We're at 34 longitudes and 45 latitude. SOS." Chelsea wrinkled her forehead and dodged a huge wave. Tiny sweat beads began to roll down her face.
"Bzzz. Hello?" The sound was small but Chelsea reached frantically for the radio.
"Hello? Hello? I'm here! SOS!"
"Miss we hear you. This is Radio station Sunny Island."
"Oh thank you thank you! Please tell me I'm near you."
"Well, miss from what your coordinates are there seems to be about a – Elliot who's on the radio and it better not be that Julia girl- Grandpa it's a SOS. The St. Marie she's about 300 miles off our shores."
"Elliot? Um.. 300 miles." Chelsea's hands began to shack ever so slightly as pure raw terror eloped her body. All the blood had drained out of her face and she just barely held on to the wheel.
"Miss? You still there?"
"Yes. Yes. I'm here. 300 miles you say. Well, tell me your directions and I'll try to come to you."
"Thanks. From your current position you'll need to go due west 150 miles and then go north 200 miles."
"Cool."
"Alright. I'll stay on the radio this whole time ok?"
"I'm not leaving you. By the way my name is Ch –kahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Miss? You there? Bzzzzzzz." The radio swung on its long cord. Wood was splintered everywhere. Water was beginning to seep slowly into the cabin as Chelsea just stared in aw watching the top of the ocean slowly disappear and be replaced with darkness.
A fish or two swam by as she just stared at death creeping closer and closer. Chelsea sank to the floor, the water that began to seep through the stairwell entrance. I'm dead. I have no chance. Soon the glass windows will shatter and I'll be engulfed in water. I'm going to die before my life even starts.
As Chelsea said the windows burst open and glass shattered everywhere. Covering her body in the shards and the water engulfing the cabin in seconds, Chelsea let her body lay loose. I guess I'm free. Not Recha. No Mia. No pain no worries. Just emptiness.
As the water swirled around the cabin, the current entered. Lifting up Chelsea, it brought her out of the cabin and into the wide ocean.
1 Month later:
"Elliot listen to me that girl who was on the radio is never coming back."
"I know, but I can't help thinking that she's out there in that huge ocean alone and alive."
The salty sea wind brushed back Julia's blond bangs as she looked over at her boyfriend Elliot. His soft salmon hair rustled in the breeze as he stared out at the ocean. It was sunset and they both had to get inside soon before either of them were caught lofting on the job. Standing up, he gazed down at Julia and stuck out his hand for her. Taking it, they both left the small beach and walked back to their homes.
"Grandpa? I need to talk to you." Elliot walked into the shack of a house. His grandfather (Taro) was sitting at the wooden table they had brought over on the voyage here.
"What is it sunny?"
"I need you to fix up the farm."
"Why? Did someone apply for the job?"
"No. But I know someone who might be interested." Walking over to the coat rack in the corner of the room, Elliot lifted off a small windbreaker and headed for the door. "I'll be back soon. Make sure to put in a coop and barn."
"Alrighty then." Closing the door behind him, Elliot walked slowly across the island. Passing Gannon and Chen's houses he entered the beach and headed for the shack in the right corner. Knocking on the broken old door, a rustling sound came from inside.
"Yes?" The door opened reviling his close friend Denny. His brown curly hair and deep brown eyes looked tired and glassy.
"Look I need to borrow you for about the rest of the night. We have to find this…fish."
"Is it big?"
"Yes." Suddenly the fisherman brightened up and slipped on his shoes that lay next to the door. Slamming the door behind him, Denny jogged to meet up with Elliot who was already at the docks.
sort the prologue was so short! i tried to make up for it! Elliot seems a little more manly in this one... huh. see you next chapter!