Uncontrollable

In a future reality, Tari whiteness a glimpse of her future life. But she struggles to change it for the benefit of herself and others. For the 2014 July NaNoWriMo. Prequel fan fiction for Matched by Allie Condie.

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3. Glimpse

I smoothed the front of my white dress, holding the bouquet of roses in my other hand. 

I started up into his beautiful blue eyes, so warm and welcoming, as we said our vows. Before the minister had even finished telling him to, he wrapped his arms around me, tenderly kissing me. A soft, sweet, simple kiss. And I loved it.

 

...

 

I held the child, a baby girl, in my arms. My husband enveloped us both in a hug. He kissed me on the forehead, before gingerly taking the infant from me.

Tears of joy slid down his cheeks. His light hair was ruffled and uncombed, and there were bags under his eyes, but he looked so handsome.

 

...

 

He took my hand in his, as we sat side-by-side. A blonde toddler sat in my lap, as a brunette girl sat curled up in his. She grinned, with missing teeth and twinkling eyes. I smiled back at her, and the toddler sat up and started to suck on my finger. He was so cute. 

I leaned back, easing onto my husband's shoulder. This was a happy family.

 

...

 

I blinked. 

Looking around, I saw that I was back at home. 

My knees buckled under me. Sathe? I was going to marry my best friend, and live a simple, happy life? Just imagining that gave me a headache.

I tried to stand up. I reached for the end of my chair that I knew was directly behind me, but felt something else. A someone.

I pulled my hand back from the ankle I had grabbed at, and turned to see who it was.

Oh, Lord help me.

Zade was sitting in an odd position in the chair, shaking furiously and uncontrollably. Red blood and white foam created a pink, frothy liquid that oozed from his mouth, and his eyes rolled up in his head. 

I heard a scream. Mine.

What could I do to help him? I grabbed his shoulders, but shaking him wasn't going to to any good. He was already doing enough of that.

I screamed for help, but it was too late. Zade slumped out of the chair, crumpling to the floor. The shaking stopped. He was dead.

I cried out, but no one came to my aid. A boy had just died before my eyes. Tears of both fear, pain, sadness streamed down my face. Oh, Lord help me.

I bent down, trying to--

 

 

I jerked awake. I found myself back in the chair, the holographic screens compacting as I tried to shake the sleep away.

I was still terrified. That was part of my future?

I tried to listen to what the two workers were whispering to one another. The man typed furiously, inserting and removing disks and chips from a collection of monitors, readers, and multiple other gadgets. "The feed played too long, into Zade Cane's reality. I don't know how much she saw," he whispered.

The woman looked like she was about to slap him. "Thats why you stay here, and let me handle any issues!" she snapped, a little too loudly. "Here." She walked over to me. "What did you see?"

Or some reason, I was reluctant to bring up the last scene. It scared me, for one thing. And it felt dangerous to tell her.

"I got married... had two children... grew old with my husband."

"Is that all?" She asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Yes."

"Then you may go."

I climbed out of the chair. Ugh, I was so sore. I exited the room through the second pair of doors, like I was supposed to.

I walked into a second waiting room. This had more people in it, the people who had already been through.

Sathe was smiling at me, a little awkwardly, motioning to the empty seat next to him, that he had presumably saved just for me.

I sat down, almost reluctantly.

He looked over at me. "Are you ok? You look a little shaken up."

"I'm fine."

"Ok," he said, obviously not buying it.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, before he spoke.

"I always knew it," he said smiling. "That we'd end up together."

I nestled my head under his arm. I needed the warmth of a loving, living person.

Shortly, Zade walked through the doors. I motioned, a bit frantically, for him to sit in the other chair next to me. He did so, looking a little puzzled.

"What did you see?" I demanded, my voice cracking.

He glanced at me funny. "What?"

"On the screens. What did they show you?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he said, quizzical.

"What did they do to you?" I asked, bewildered.

"Um, they took my measurements, did some blood tests..."

I turned away from him slowly, my eyes wide. He didn't know. He didn't know that he would die.

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