Survival Of the Unworthy Chapter 2: Herewood Recovery Camp

First, have you read chapter 1? Chapter 2 begins below.

Aston sat in his room in the dark, just thinking about how much he spent in his room. Everyday Aston tries to not think about that horrible day in his past. But all he seemed to do was think about it. He thought about how vulnerable he was that day and how he never wanted to experience it again. But whenever he went to sleep, those experiences fell into his dreams over and over. Constantly, He’d dreamed about the fire that burned one of the tortured victims, Peace, alive, he dreamed of the balls which fell from the ceiling in the school’s hallways, he dreamed about the blinking on-and-off lights in the hallways that made him experience darkness and fear, he dreamed of the bullet wounds on his hand and his arms from his encounters that day, and the lastly he dreamed about Roxie. Even though Roxie and him went through the same things together and knew she was only a victim, he didn’t want to think or see her. She was a part of his past and his past was packed with horrid imagery of a that day.  It would be better if he’d just forget about it.

Aston was on his way to dozing off, probably to only be awaken by another nightmare. But his alarm clock woke him up and he had to get ready to work with his father. He got out of bed and took his shower. Then after his shower, he went to the kitchen to find two suitcases by the fridge. Then he looked at the fridge confused.

“Dad!” he called out. He moved the suitcases so he could grab some milk for his cereal. As his  father walked into the kitchen, he saw Aston found the suitcases.

“I’m guessing you’re wondering why there are suitcases here?” his father answered. Aston nodded.

Steve didn’t want to tell Aston what was next, but Steve knew that what he was doing for Aston was the right thing to do.

“Aston, I packed those bags for you,” Aston eyes grew wide, thinking of his father sending him back to his mother, back to Portland. Steve saw Aston face. “No, it’s not that. Aston, I’m sending you to get some help. Son, you have to learn how to control your grief or all you will ever do is worry.”

Aston looked at his father not knowing what to say. He didn’t want to leave or experience another change after he had become comfortable living in Texas.

“Where will I be going?” Aston asked his father without looking into his eyes. He felt betrayed all over again. Instead of it being his friend this time, it was his own flesh and blood.

“You will be going to a camp called Herewood Recovery Camp. The camp is in  Idaho Panhandle National Forest. You’ll be living there for a month. You leave tomorrow morning around 9 am.”

Aston looked at his father with such sorrow. He couldn’t believe he being sent to some crazy camp in the woods with crazy, idiotic people. “So you were just going to bail on me like that, without giving it a second thought?” He asked his father. His father looked at him with a straight face. Aston noticed that his father and him were the same height, 5 foot and 11 inches. They both had piercing brown eyes and a stern expression.

“You’re going to leave me in the middle of the woods with strange ‘recovering’ people and expect me to change how I feel about three psychopaths that kept me hostage in my old high school? Dad, if you really think this will change how I am, then you must have lost your mind…just like me,” Aston walked away after he told his father how he felt. He went into his room, laid on his bed facing the ceiling, and took a deep breath. He knew there was no way of getting out of this and he realized he didn’t have the energy to care anymore. He fell into a deep sleep afterward.

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Roxie walked into the advising office at UCLA, she needed to schedule an appointment with her adviser so she could set-up her a schedule for the fall semester. She knew she had to do it but she didn’t want to. She was actually rethinking going to college, she hated being in lecture halls listening to professors lecture their lessons. She always started daydreaming. When she’d daydreamed, things in her mind begin to surface and always go to that day she hated to remember. Roxie didn’t like it but the only way she could make something of herself is if she went to college. She didn’t want to turn out being like her parents, with no higher education.

“Roxie, I’m so glad you’re here, Can you please come into my office?” Roxie’s adviser Mr. Charles said. Roxie walked into his office and she sat in one of the chairs opposite of Mr. Charles’ desk.

“Mr. Charles, I just want to say I know I haven’t been proficient in school and the school is thinking of getting rid of my scholarship, but I think after the summer sessions, I should be fine, and I’ll be ready to start focusing on my studies,” Roxie explained to her advisor. She really didn’t know if she’d be ready after the summer session. But she knew that she didn’t want to get kicked out of school, not yet at least.

Mr. Charles looked at Roxie and saw the pain she went through. The school wanted to give her a second chance. But they didn’t know if she could ever come back from what she went through. The school gave Mr. Charles the control of Roxie’s fate. Mr. Charles knew Roxie was bright. Also, he knew that he didn’t want her to give up on her future. Mr. Charles was giving her this last opportunity to forget about what happened and move on.

“Roxie, the school and I have decided to give you a second chance. But you have to do something for us in return.” Roxie watched him as he reached into the first drawer of his desk and grabbed a pamphlet. Roxie saw the pamphlet’s title which said “Herewood Recovery Camp.” Then Mr. Charles offered Roxie a smile. “Roxie, the only way to forget about what happened in your past is if you finally grieve and mourn about it. You have to reach recovery or the school won’t give you the scholarship and they will kick you out. Roxie, you are required to go to this camp in Idaho or you won’t be going to UCLA.”

Roxie looked at Mr. Charles with so much shock. She felt outraged but knew that wouldn’t help her situation if she acted upon it. She felt like a sponge with all the emotion she wanted to let out being sucked in all the time. She also felt like a kid again. People were making decision for her that she believed would cause more conflict and disorder.

“Mr. Charles, I can’t go… I can’t go in the middle of nowhere and expect to be so open with my problems. How am I supposed to get to Idaho? I expect the school will just pay for my expenses, or am I suppose to dip into the lovely trust fund my drunk, idiot parents left me?” Roxie asked with a hint of sarcasm at the end. She hated the control that almost everybody seems to have on her. The only way she could express her feelings was if she hurt someone else’s.

“Your boyfriend Michael has volunteered to take care of your expenses to Idaho. You leave tomorrow around ten, both of you. Pack your bags. Ms. Roxie, you have a long summer ahead of you.” Mr. Charles replied quickly, he grabbed his briefcase and left his office.  Roxie was shocked at what he told her.

Michael is in on his she thought.

“This is the time for second chances Roxie.” Mr. Charles whispered. Roxie scowled at the statement. Mr. Charles left his office and Roxie finally understood that she was and always will be…alone.

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Survival of the Unworthy: Living

Did you read Survival of the Unworthy’s prequel, Hide and I’ll Seek? Chapter 1 of Survival of the Unworthy is below.

Aston looked into his father eyes, the man who claimed to know him, the man who he was supposed to trust the most, and the man who always swore to protect him. But as Aston looked into his eyes for some reason, he just saw a stranger. Aston and his father Steve sat at their wooden table in their brightly lit kitchen eating cereal and drinking coffee.  The day was a good summer day but all Aston wanted to do was eat his cereal and work at the construction site that his father was in charge of fixing. He knew this was the best that his life was going to get after his high school year.  A life of eating soggy cereal and working on fixing buildings with a whole bunch of sweaty guys as he waits for his life to be over.  Aston could never do anything better because the only thought he ever had was about that day at Portland Valley High and the fear that he developed from it.

Steve looked at his son. He understood the burden that his son carried because of what Aston’s mother told him of that day. He just didn’t believe that Aston would never be the way he used to be. His prankster, always laughing, son rarely cracked a smile anymore. Ever since his son moved to Texas with him, all Aston did was eat, stare, and work at the construction site. He barely graduated high school because he never did his work and he would disagree with his teachers far too much. Steve was looking at the newspaper trying to avoid Aston’s eyes but he knew that he would have to do something for his son, eventually.

“Aston, Ms. Angie invited you and me to hang out with her and her daughter on Saturday. You want to go?” Steve asked his son. Angie was the woman who Aston father’s was currently dating. She had a daughter the same age as Aston. Steve wanted Aston to do something with his life. Aston stares at his father blankly not really caring about what Ms. Angie did or didn’t do. He knew Ms. Angie was scared of him.

“I’m okay Dad, just tell Ms. Angie I said, ‘no thanks’,”  Aston said with a bored tone. Aston didn’t want to hang out with anybody because then he’d have to talk to people and he didn’t want to share anything about his life. Steve began to get frustrated with his son.

“I can’t do this Aston! You don’t want to do anything and you don’t talk about anything. Son, you have yet to show any emotion ever since that… that day, not even bad emotions. You’re scaring everybody away even your mother,” Steve yelled at Aston. Aston looked at his father and stood up from the table.

“AND WHAT DO YOU SUPPOSE I DO, DAD! CRY ABOUT EVERYONE THAT DIED THAT DAY,  CRY ABOUT HOW I GOT SHOT TWICE THAT DAY, CRY ABOUT BEING SCARED AND AFRAID OF ACTUALLY TALKING TO PEOPLE BECAUSE I CAN’T TRUST ANYBODY OR CRY ABOUT HOW MY MOTHER WON’T EVEN LOOK AT  ME BECAUSE SHE IS SCARED OF HER SON AND CAN’T RECOGNIZE HIM?!” Aston yelled.

“Exactly, where is the son that I used to know?” Steve said calmly surprised at how Aston reacted. “You need to talk to someone about what happen or it’ll be stuck on your mind and you will harm yourself or even worse…”

“Dad, it doesn’t matter what I do.” Aston interrupted. “It will always be there. The Aston that you used to know, doesn’t exist so you might as well leave it alone. I’m sorry, I’m such a disappointment and a burden,” Aston left the kitchen leaving his father tear-eyed.

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Roxie gives up and Mr. Boris points his gun to Roxie’s head. Tears run down Roxie’s eyes as she closes them. She knows this is her last day, last hour, and last-minute. Roxie hears the gunshot knowing what comes after. Expecting Mr. Boris to be dead, she opens her eyes believing to see the police officer that saved her life that day at Portland Valley High, but what she finds is Mr. Boris still pointing the gun in front of her head. She sees Warren at her left side with the gun pressed upon her forehead. Roxie breathed intensely, starting to hyperventilate. Why isn’t Mr. Boris dead?  Roxie hears another gunshot and her left shoulder starts to burn. She looks to see blood spill from the bullet wound in her shoulder. Then She looks up at Warren and sees his devious smile. She hears a second gunshot and her upper chest begins to ache. She screams, screams for help but nobody helps her. Mr. Boris’ gun is smoking and still pointed in Roxie’s direction. Roxie screams, “No!” But he not listening. Why isn’t she dead yet? Mr. Boris begins moving towards Warren when Roxie notices a shadow coming her way. She screams help but when she sees the shadow, she notices who the shadow is and knows there is no hope of getting out of this. The silhouette comes in front of Roxie and stabs her directly in the chest through her bullet wound. Then the silhouette places its mouth upon her ear.

“I’m coming,” it whispers and then shows its face. Mace. Mace then twists the knife in Roxie’s chest.

Roxie woke up gasping for air after her nightmare. She sat up in her bed and looked around her room for anything suspicious.

“Roxie, Baby what’s wrong?” Roxie boyfriend Michael asked. Michael sat up from the bed and grabbed Roxie’s waist. Roxie couldn’t seem to answer her boyfriend, the dreams she had felt so real and she was so stunned from it. Michael began to call Roxie’s name but she didn’t answer. Roxie felt on her chest and shoulder to see if they were bleeding but felt nothing. She sighed in relief and then got out of the bed. She looked at her boyfriend Michael, he looked worried.

“I’m okay. I had a bad dream, that’s all,” Roxie finally replied before Michael could say anything else. Roxie sped walked to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror. Roxie didn’t even look the same from a year ago. Roxie had dyed her brown hair to a pitched black.  She never wore her hair curly and long anymore, only short and straight. Her usual smile that she used to wear was replaced with a stern look. Lastly, her eyes that used to light up the room was now dulled and mysterious.

Roxie stared at her two tattoos. She got her tattoos when she came to California, one tattoo was a flower blooming on the inner part of her arm. Her second was a huge tattoo that went from her left shoulder and swirled around her body to her right knee that quoted, “20 people dead. One thing I can prove is I don’t need saving, what I need is to face my long-awaited death.”

Roxie knew she changed but she didn’t know how to change back and she didn’t want to. Roxie knew that the only thing she would ever think about is that day. She walked back into her bedroom to see Michael getting dressed for work.  He worked as a mechanic at a little mechanic shop while he paid for college. Roxie moved into his apartment with him because UCLA didn’t pay for her room and board anymore.

As she looked at Michael, she didn’t know if she loved him or not.  She knew the reason she started dating him was because of his looks. He had perfect, smooth, curly hair that only covered the top of his head, dark chocolate-brown eyes, he was tall, and muscular. He had the nonchalant attitude that she was looking for at the time and he had caramel skin just like her. As the months gone by, he started losing the nonchalant attitude and started to care for her. She didn’t like that because he started asking questions about her life and about her parents. He found out about that day and confronted her, too. But she blew it off and exploded on him for bringing it up. He never brought it up again and she was glad he didn’t. She knew she like Michael because he was cool and was there for her, but that was it. She didn’t love him at all.

“Do you want to go with me to the shop today?” Michael asked. She smiled at him.

“No, I rather not be around people today,” she replied.

“Baby, I’m worried about you. For the past month, you haven’t wanted to see anybody. You keep waking up gasping for air, you’re on academic probation at UCLA, and you look at me like something wrong. Are you okay? Is it because of that day?”

Roxie looked at him with such anger and disdain. She didn’t want to be mad at him but that day, thinking about that day made her angry.

“I don’t want to talk about this,” Roxie whispered.

“You’re going to have to talk about this sooner or later. If not me, then a therapist, our adviser at school, your aunt…SOMEBODY!” Roxie was beyond pissed now. So pissed that she threw her alarm clock at the mirror and broke the glass.

“I DON’T NEED HELP AND I DON’T NEED TO TALK TO SOMEONE! DON’T EVER TALK ABOUT THAT DAY AGAIN!” Roxie yells. She was breathing hard and Michael just gave her a startled look. Roxie looked at the mirror, broken glass everywhere and then she ran into the bathroom.

Roxie looked at herself in the mirror again and sobbed.

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Hide and I’ll Seek Part II: Survival of the Unworthy Introduction

In Portland, Oregon, May 2012, two juniors, Roxie and Aston, were able to escape with their life from three psycho killers, Warren, Mace, and  Portland Valley High’s Guidance Counselor, Mr.Boris. After the death of 20 people, Roxie and Aston have finally escaped, but did they survive? Living miles away from each other , with Aston living in Texas, and Roxie living in Sunny California, The two should finally be able to have peace but for some reason the two can never forget the events that took place at Portland Valley High that day. They dwell on the past and frighten their families so much that the people they love send them to a camp to discuss their problems at HereWood Recovery Camp. Roxie and Aston are now forced to talk about that day with others that suffer just like them, and it scares them to have to discuss their problems.

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Soon talking about their problems won’t be the only thing that they have to deal with. There’s another game. Roxie and Aston, are again the main characters. This time the game is based on revenge and we all know who is out to get them, Mace.  With new players they can’t trust and a new dangerous location, Aston and Roxie need each other more than ever. One thing that is different about this game is that it’s not about saving and finding others, it’s all about surviving.