I Once Believed The Sun Was A Legend
My legs carried me down the busy, bustling streets. People were doing their daily errands. The usual. Be it either jogging, shopping, going to work or school. Whether on foot or huddled in their vehicles.
That was how things looked under normal circumstances. Now everyone was distracted. A human disturbed the rumbling streets. He was trudging his way through the sidewalk. And that person was...
Kids pointed their fingers, whispering to each other. Adults made way for me to pass. Passersby twisted their necks just to get a glimpse, bumping into one another in the process. Disgust was littered across most of their faces. Others were amused or curious.
But that wasn’t because I was some sort of celebrity or anything. It wasn’t because my face was on the wanted or missing list. And no, it wasn’t because I was a dirty, homeless person.
It was because of my skin color.
My light bronze skin, to be exact. It wasn’t my fault that I looked this way. But I didn’t blame them either; everyone in Underground had pale white skin. People saw me as an abnormality in this society. And I didn’t like it. No. I hated it. In worst case scenarios, I got physically abused. But having no other choice, I was used to this sort of hostile act.
I pulled up my black hood, dug my hands in my pockets, and hurried my pace. I didn’t want to displease their poor little eyes.
As I snaked my way through the streets, my mind wandered to Underground. This wretched nation. Dim, cold, and damp. A place where ‘the sky’ was engulfed by meteorites, as history claimed to have happened over seven centuries ago. They said that this ‘catastrophe’ covered half of the earth’s atmosphere for unknown reasons, which caused a blockage to the rays of something called ‘the sun’. How and why? No one had a clear answer to that question. But it was known for a fact that only humans roamed this part of the earth.
After turning into an alleyway, I came to a halt, placing my feet on one of many puddles, away from the intense gazes inflicted upon me. Slowly, I looked up, shielding my eyes from the nearby lights. I barely made out a few crevices, which mapped out the dark, rocky sky. It was already too dark. But the lights scattered on each and every building made it almost impossible to spot a thing.
I resumed my pace, and my head continued its pondering.
What about the other half of ‘the earth’, some people asked. Of course, Underground’s authorities, books, and history already had a myth to that question. They said that on the other half of the earth, a place called The Heavens, people lived a completely different lifestyle. It was called The Heavens because of the abundance of ‘trees’ and ‘plants’ that it had; some green stuff that grew out of the ground to give us food and oxygen. But that only happened because of the sun, which not only brought light, but warmth. They also had somethings called a moon. Stars. Planets.
That sounds like a bunch of bullshit. A mere story to give children some sort of hope.
To back up my theory, no one was allowed to go to The Heavens. And they were very strict about it.
But that was not the major change that happened. It was said that as plants and creatures became extinct, some people started having some peculiar side effects, which was later called, Sukira.
Or a superpower, if you may…
Simply put, it’s powers of those extinct creatures, or what they were special at. People who have it weren’t rare, but they weren’t common either.
Again, this is completely professed. There’s no evidence that Sukiras were not a thing at one part in history.
I walked into a small flower shop. Relaxing music was playing, and the fragrant, refreshing smell invaded my nostrils. On either side, cans were placed on light wooden shelves, each containing different types of flowers: Carnations, roses, irises. Every one of them supposedly came from The Heavens.
An old man was behind the counter, and, seeing me coming in, he placed a canned daisy on the counter. He knew what I wanted. I was a frequent customer of his. I paid him, took it, and left, continuing towards my destination.
These daisies... my mom always liked them. They were nice. Simple. But now, she was in the hospital. In a coma. Because of a stroke.
I hate it.
The flower shop was already close to the hospital, so it only took me a few steps to enter the massive, glassy building. The reception was right at the entrance, but I ignored it, just like always. Walking past it, I headed straight to the 3rd floor.
I stopped in front of my mom’s door. Room 314, it was. I took a deep breath; I always got emotional when I visited her.
Just stabilizing my feelings.
I knocked before I went in. Not that someone would’ve answered. Just a habit of mine.
Although, I do hope she answers one day.
I took in the view of the room, and it was... depressing. Curtains were covering the view from outside, making this place very gloomy. It smelled like hospital, and the beeping of the machines was the only thing to be heard.
My mother was the same as I last saw her. She was covered with a white blanket pulled up to her neck, with tubes inserted into her nose...
I silently went ahead and replaced the old daisies with the new ones. It felt like a visit to her grave each and every time.
I grabbed a chair and sat next to her bed. Slowly, I glanced up to her. She had her shiny black locks going down her shoulders. Unlike me, and like everyone else, my mother had pale white skin. But I had her hair and dark blue eyes.
With sadness swelling up inside my chest, I kept staring at her. Like she might wake up any second now. Like this misery might just end.
She’s just asleep, I told myself. Nothing to worry about. My hands distracted me by pulling a piece of paper out of my pocket. I glanced down at it.
A Way To The Heavens, the title read. A yearly recruitment to the sky, sponsored by the Underground government. A death wish for anyone who applied. But the government were generous to those whom were recruited, rewarding them with enough money and supplies to support them and their families for the rest of their lives. In addition to that, if the recruited survive, they get a chance to go to The Heavens.
Which I wasn’t interested in. I only wanted the money. That was the only way I could keep my mother alive.
I grabbed her hand from under the sheets, cupping it with both of my hands. With a bit of hesitation, I put it against my forehead, closing my eyes shut.
“Now, I know you wouldn’t allow me to do this, but it’s for your sake... No, it’s for my sake. I want you to live.” I said, taking a deep breath.
“I sold everything to keep you alive, Mom. House, jewelry. I currently live in our car. No one is hiring me because of, you know, how I look. I’m not blaming you though. But I am going to go up there, to the sky, Mom, to keep you alive. I know it’s dangerous. In fact, they say the chance of survival is just one percent.”
I smiled weakly as I imagined her scolding me for making such a ludicrous decision. But I would argue, it wasn’t. I wanted the only person who ever cared about me, the only person who never judged me by the way I looked, the person who gave me life and nourished me, to stay alive.
“But, Mom, I promise... I’ll come back alive.” I tightened my grip on my mother's hand. “I... just... please stay alive.”
A tear slid down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away.
I gently placed her hand back.
If the government recruited me, my mother would live. But they wouldn’t just accept anyone. It was required to have a Sukira to enroll.
Luckily, I had it.
I turned to leave.
“This will be my last visit, Mom, I'll see you again, when I come back.” I said, clenching my fists.
I will. After I come back, I thought.
It’s a promise.