Chapter 5

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Present time A new world and no understanding Carlie’s POV “Rise and shine sleepy head,” he said as he opened the casket. I could hear him in the ice. Slowly I thawed it off from my body as I tried to sit up. “Keep it down. I’ve been in here for almost a century, I don’t need my ears falling off now that I’ve woken up.” “no one speaks like that anymore darling,” he lent me a hand and helped me out of the casket. “My back is in pain.” “The best term for that now would be hurts,” Gordon said correcting me. I stumbled slightly as I tried to stand, and he held me up. “I’m alright,” I said as I patted my clothes getting rid of the creases and dust. It seems like I had forgotten how to use my legs. They felt numb because I hadn’t moved in quite a long time. “You will teach me how to speak as you do,” I said. “We don’t speak so formally nowadays. That’s gotta be the first thing you change.” He led me to the car. I had been buried on one of my many estates. In 1927, my parents owned a lot of land all over the country. One was my old house, where the accident took place, which the entire land was about 13 acres. Others were scattered all around and since it was private property it was the best place for me to go to sleep. I stared at the car he had brought to pick me up. It looked nothing like the cars I remember. This one was smaller, very brightly colored not like in the past where the colors were limited. I glanced inside, it only had two seats. I looked at Gordon then back at the car, “I shan’t enter that death trap.” He laughed at me, “it’s a car Carlie. Get in, we’ve got a lot to teach you.” He helped me get in and started the car. The sound scared me. This was all new to me and I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to think about all of it. “What happened to the Soviet Union?” I had been hearing things about the union of countries in Europe, that was before I decided to ice myself. “Demolished. And a long time ago for that matter.” I snorted sarcastically, “weren’t they invincible. How long did the war last?” she wanted to know what happened. “It ended a few years later. We were lucky they didn’t reach us.” I nodded and looked outside the window. All around I could only see new things. Nothing reminded me of the past. There was nothing. It was confusing. People held tiny rectangular objects in their hands, some spoke to them, others tapped them. This new world had become complicated, I thought. We reached the house where we would be staying, and I studied it. “I hope you don’t mind staying here, I know it has bad memories, but I couldn’t just sell it.” “it’s okay Gordon,” I said placing my hand on his arm. I hadn’t seen this house ever since I decided to go live with Gordon. I looked at the street and I felt like I could almost see the ambulance that came for them that day. I drew in a deep breath and looked at the house. It looked new. “I had it refurbished. They repaired it,” he added so that I could understand. I nodded my head ready to face it. I followed him to the door and got in. It looked just like home, it even felt like home. Other than new objects here and there, the house hadn’t changes as much as I thought it would. He showed me my room and helped me operate the shower. I stood under the shower wetting my body, but I couldn’t feel the heat. It had always been like that. I washed my hair with a white liquid in a bottle that Gordon said was shampoo. After that I washed my body. I felt refreshed finally getting to take a bath. Wrapping the towel around my body, I looked at the clothes he had laid out on the bed. “I’m supposed to wear this?” I asked out loud. “Yes,” he answered back. I looked around the room and saw a pot with beautiful peonies. I had never seen that type before. Grumbling out loud, I wore the clothes he had laid out. “This is what people have turned to as clothes?” I asked him as I went down the stairs. I was wearing a pair of trouser that hugged my legs perfectly. A top that didn’t cover my stomach quite well with the name Pink written on it. “You look like some of the kids around her. Come on,” he took my hand and led me to the sitting room. We sat on the couch, and he handed me one of the rectangular objects I had seen. “This is a phone,” he started. “No way! This tiny little thing?” I exclaimed. He chuckled, “yes darling. Now listen.” He explained to me how to use it until I understood most of its functions. We went round the house and he taught me how to use other objects in the house. The tv, microwave, the dishwasher, washing machine, the fridge and all the other small gadgets in the house. After that he ordered dinner and we called it a day. The next day he had left a tablet which I was supposed to use to learn how to speak in this modern tongue. Gordon had been changing his name all these years in order to live a peaceful life. This time his name was Thorn Fisher. He kept his last name, but he had to keep on changing his first name. it would cause a lot of problems if people learnt that he had been around since the early 19th century. He was by far the oldest gifted I had ever met. Most gifted can extend their life spans and live for a longer period. Mostly it depended on the persons’ gift. In Gordons’ case, since his gift was nature, taking care of his health was mostly what he needed to do. And occasionally, using his gift he was supposed to give back to the land. If he lent the land his power the land would give him more power him back. For me, since I use ice, I can just freeze myself and wake up when I want too again. The ice made me stop aging. Well not really stop, just that it happens slowly and now that I have woken up from my frozen state, I’m still 26 years old. Before he went to work, he told me to get used to calling him Thorn and figure out a new name for myself. I opened the tablet and started teaching myself how to speak like I was from this century. I also searched for a name that sounded like mine. I didn’t want to change it that much. I found a name that suited me. Carlyna. It sounded nice. I decided to stick to it. Thorn came back later at night with food and questioned me to know if I understood anything I was learning. Any part I had a problem I asked him to explain it to me properly until I got the gist of things. “So did you choose a name for yourself?” he asked. “Yeah. Carlyna. It sounds like my old name in a way. I like it,” I say with a smile. “Okay. So next step is to make you documents. In this current age, you require all of this to live properly. So, birth certificate, IDs, high school certificate, maybe a college one, you still good at math?” he asked with a smile. “Like you’d ever find anyone better than me,” I scoffed very confident in my skills. “Okay, so I’ll sign you up for an online crash course so that you can learn the new thing and then I’ll get you a degree in bachelor of mathematics.” “You can do that?” I asked wondering how much his influence had grown. When I was around, Gordon… I mean Thorn, he knew nearly everyone. He had connection all over the town even though he was in the police. “What did you think I was doing all these years? I had to prepare for you coming back, right? Besides, I made a lot of friends with the gifted I saved so this isn’t a big deal to me,” he explained. I hugged him glad to have him with me. Ever since he saved me from this house all those years ago. I was glad to have him with me. “Next would be adding your name to all the estates your family left behind, create a new bank account for you and move some of the funds there. That means you get credit cards that you’ll be using to pay for things. After that I’ll teach you how to drive. It’s not that different from driving the other cars we used to have.” “that’s a lot of things to do Thorn.” “You have to bear with it darling. We wouldn’t want you to stand out like a sore thumb, now, would we?” he asked. I laid my head on his lap and closed my eyes. I was already worn out from all the reading, and I felt like I could speak somewhat like the way these people do. But all this was too much. Maybe I should have kept on sleeping? No, it was time I finally get out of my slump. I wouldn’t stay there forever just thinking about how much it hurt to lose him. That night I slept quite well considering how fluffy the bed felt. It was better than the hard board of the casket. I fell asleep immediately my head touched the pillow. I didn’t think I would be this exhausted just from reading.
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