I listened to Paradise Lost, Young, and This Love, This Hate by Hollywood Undead when writing this. I cried a little bit. If you want Chris's POV on the Unwinding, review. It's more angry and scary than this one. Delight is done fighting, Chris isn't. The ending is kinda crappy. Oh, and the we wave this flag of hatred thing is from a Hollywood Undead song. It's kinda like a quote. Anyways, read and review!
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Unwind. Only the characters Delight and Chris.
Summary: Delight and Chris are to be unwound in a week, will they run away? Or will they face the operation? Two-shot.
It's funny how time flies when you're about to die. Or be unwound. When I woke up, I was in a hospital room. A nurse rushed over, babbling about how good it was that I was awake. And that now she can tell me all about the process or whatever.
I remember falling asleep after thirty minutes of her annoying chatter. When I awoke again, I was in a pink room, wrapped in a purple fluffy blanket.
"Hey. New girls awake." Someone said. She was a blond haired, blue eyed doll like girl. She had to be at least fourteen or fifteen. Why would someone like her be an unwind? Ugh, migraine.
"Yeah, the nurse said you'd have head aches for a few hours, but it'll go away." Doll said. I gave her a befuddled look before slumping back onto the bed.
"So, Delight, what do you like to do?" The woman asked. She smiled brightly, her t-shirt would've been funny if we weren't at a 'Harvest Camp'. It said, "I'm With Stupid".
"Where'd you get your shirt?"I asked instead. She laughed and said that it was a shirt given to her from her grandmother. They used to have them before the Heartland War.
"So, what do you like to do?" She repeated. Her eyes were a clear ocean blue color. Pretty.
"Well, I run a lot, and I can sing...but I love to write and read more than anything. I like poetry and music." I told her.
That's wonderful. I'd tell you to join the band, but they already have a full band. But I can assure you that you're hands will be given to an author." I flinched and held my hands to my chest. She saw the uneasiness in my eyes.
"It'll be alright, Delight. It won't hurt. You'll live on."
But, I won't really.
I talked to Chris a couple of times, we stole a couple of kisses here and there, or we'd talk about memories. All we'd say is, 'Remember that one time', or 'I remember once when we..'.
Blondie's name turned out to be Olivia. She'd stolen a car and took it for a joy ride, her parents signed the papers the day after.
Time kept going. I would take walks with Olivia, and we'd share secrets that we wouldn't normally tell others. Chris and I would keep meeting in secret corridors.
And then suddenly, it was October 29.
"I-I'm not ready! I can't go! Please! I want to be with Chris Greene! God, help me!"I screamed, when the guards came to get me. They scoffed at me, grabbing my arms. I wailed and cried and kicked and shouted profanities.
"Relax, Delight." A woman told me.
"I don't want to be unwound." I pleaded at her. She looked at me with sympathetic eyes, she held onto my arm and helped tie me to the table in the center of the room. She explained that it was for safety precautions.
"Let's talk, Delight." She said, keeping me focused on her, while surgeons in yellow scrubs bustled about. I looked at her, and nodded. I'd make them feel bad. I'd make them know that I was hurt.
"My name is Delight Johnson."
"Hello, Delight."The woman smiled.
"I'm in love with my best friend. And you know what sucks ma'm? I never got to tell him. He's being unwound in the next room. His name is Chris Greene. I've loved him since 3rd grade. We met in our classroom. I kicked him in the back, so he would notice me. And he did. We've been inseparable since then."
"I see." The woman said, taking in everything I said. I told her about my life. I told her about the countless hours I'd spend at the old place writing songs and singing with Chris. I was talking to myself mostly. She wouldn't say anything, but I'd look over and she'd nod her head.
"I don't get why you're doing this. You know? I'm a human being. I deserve rights. I have rights! I can't believe people let you do this to kids! I'm a freakin' kid! I had a whole life ahead of me. I would've had kids, I would've finished high school. I had good grades you know. I was a good kid. But I wasn't perfect enough for my mother!" Now the surgeons stared at me. Good. I had their attention.
"You guys blame us for your problems. It wasn't our fault. We were born into a world with problems made by you. 'We wave this flag of hatred, but you're the ones who made it.'We're not all evil. I'm not evil." I said. The surgeons and the woman blinked.
"I understand." She said finally. The surgeons returned to their work.
"I hate how you ignore what we say."
"I know." She said flatly.
"You're a fucking bitch."
"I believe we need to stop talking now." She told me. After twenty minutes, I couldn't see anymore. After thirty minutes, I couldn't feel anything anymore. Then fifteen minutes later, I could barely hear anything. Just whispers.
"Did you hear what she said?" A man whispered.
"Yeah, I felt bad." Another replied.
"Maybe we should say something."
"It's kids like them that cost us our jobs." And that was the end of the conversation.
They'll make a difference. The kids from the grave yard. They'll make them listen to us..Delight Johnson was gone.