"I'm really not saposed to be your friend Rosie." Pearson sat down on the ground and put down his work.
"I know but I dont care. Pearson, i really do love you. Youre full of life and love and joy and everything that the world is missing." i blushed.
he smiled in the half hearted way he always did. "Do you know how much your father would hate it if he found out you even talk to me?!" he took my hadn in his. "Rosie you meen the whole wide world to me. This whole rebelion thing is fun i'll admit but if you get hurt i couldnt live with my self! What if i di-"
i cut him off,"But you wont die! Why would you die? Your only 14, your strong and no one hates you!"
He held my shoulders firmly. "Rosealy, i have yet to tell you about the horrors i encounter everyday. I could be killed tonight, no one knows. I love you rosie, I want to spend every moment i have free with you. But if i do i could die and so could you!"
my father walked into the room and pearson picked up his work. Father rolled his eyes and picked Pearson up by his arm and pulled him from my room.
"Till tommarow my love." i whispered and put my head in my hands. Almost everyday this is how we say goodbye.
The next morning i sat eagerly at the kitchen tabel. I looked at the clock, 6:23, the time he always gets here. Maybe something was going on where he lived, or maybe today was his day off. 8:54, Pearson still hadnt come so i figured today was his day off. When all the other men and women in pajammas arrived i started to wonder if he was sick. Everyone gets sick once in a wile.
Day after day i sat waiting for him. After a month, i gave up all hope. He was gone, he left me here alone. He had died, maybe by his own hand or maybe by someone else's. I cryed, for hours on end. I waited for information on his funaral, but none ever came. I sapose it was for family only.
"Father, what happened to the boy in the pajammas?" i sat in fathers office.
"He died Rosie, they all do." he sighed,"the people like him dont live long. They go to a speical place to die, but before they die they can work for people. I let him work here." He soundded sad.
"So why did he die?" All the emotions i tryed to barry about his death came shooting back up.
"He was no good any more. He was hurt and sick, he was dead waight, so they killed him."
i was screaming,"Who killed him?! Why would anyone kill someone else?!"
Father looked confused. he rubbed my back and tryed to comfert me. All i wanted to do was get away from him. Pearson was dead, adn he wouldnt give me a straight answere why.
He was my one and only true love, and they killed him. My heart was braking and i could never tell anyone about the love i felt for him. The love i felt that was forbiden. |
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