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The Girl who worked in the Factory

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CHAPTER 1: TERRA TABAREZ

I feel tired and frustrated. As I walk into the hall, my foot stumbles upon something and I fall down on the ground. The ground, with its smooth marble floors and specks of dust, somehow feels cool even in this warm weather. I let my forehead seep in the coldness before pulling myself up. There is a clutter of toys everywhere. A few elders laugh out heartily at my fall. The others look impassively. No one bothers to ask the children to pick up their playthings. The children meekly chuckle and carry on with their games.

My forehead throbs with a suddenness I didn’t expect. I sigh and step into the blistering storm outside.

“Hey,” someone calls from behind, “are you insane? Shut that door right now, you fool!”

I slam the door shut, my breathing coming out in fumbling, furious gasps. Soon enough, the tears started rolling out. Luckily, with the rain streaking my face and body, no one would realize. I could cry as long as I wanted out in the storm. Out here, there’s no voice taunting or mocking you. The eyes are blinded by lightning. The ears are filled by deafening thunder. Here, I am free. This is where I belong.

I let my legs lead me to the Factory. It’s a long way to go. I usually prefer the cheap Express-Bus or the free Ultra-Train for routine commute, but during storms like these, I walk all the way. I don’t know why, but I find it quite relieving. After passing by the huge departmental store named All_Mart, I take the left turn for the Digby Road. This road serves as a great short-cut to the Factory. I have been using it for as long as I can remember.

I like the Digby Road. People say it’s haunted. At the first glance, its desolate atmosphere seems rather spooky. But that’s it. There’s nothing scary in that road. As far as the haunting is concerned, there’s only one guy who haunts that place. His name is Sullivan. Well, that’s what the nameplate says, anyway. He’s an old man in his late 60s or early 70s. He has a wrinkled brow, a long nose and no teeth. He just sits on his veranda all day, staring at the empty, lifeless road. Since his house is in the middle of the road, he has a clear view of his surroundings. Whenever I pass him, he sneers at me. I sneer back at him. That’s about all the conversation we’ve ever had.

Our lives are completely different. I go to work in the Factory every day of my life just to earn money for feeding and clothing my huge family. And Sullivan…he just sits there and stares. He gets his pension money, which I believe must be enough to feed him. He’s still lanky and thin, though. I wonder what kind of work he did in the past to earn himself that pension. Every month, the postman holds my hand and asks me to help him cross the Digby Road. He’s such a scaredy-cat that sometimes he even pleads me to deliver the money to Sullivan. I do it reluctantly because I know he doesn’t approve of outsiders like me delivering his precious, hard earned money. What if I steal it and run away? But over time, he seems to trust me a little.

I sigh. Sometimes I am really jealous of him. He is lucky that he can live on his own without worrying about the number of mouths he has to feed or the number of hours he has to work. He can do anything he pleases and he has no reason to be accountable for it. Meanwhile, my story is a bit different. No…my story’s much different.

Born in a huge joint family consisting of many grandparents, parents, uncles, aunts and siblings, my life has always been devoid of privacy. Being the eldest of all children, I have to work hard to feed and clothe the family. It is, and will always be, my duty as the first-born. I don’t deny that. I know it’s obvious. Young children can’t work in the Factory. And I’m 26 years old. I have to carry the burden of my whole family, since I am the only eligible bread earner in the family. My parents, uncles, aunts and grandparents are either too ‘old ‘n’ weak’ or too ‘diseased ‘n’ ill’ to work and support the family. I am the only hope of the family. I am their ATM, their life, their food, their everything. If I fell ill due to any reason, there would be no food to eat, no money to spend. It would be like an apocalypse for my family members.

Unfortunately, instead of respecting me and helping me out, my family prefers to taunt and mock me. There hasn’t been a single day in my life where I haven’t been shouted at for not bringing enough money and food for everyone. Even the children make fun of me. They don’t think twice before playing pranks on me. As far as my parents are concerned, well…they never disobeyed their parents, so I shouldn’t disobey mine, either. Living under the leaking roof of a tiny house crammed with people I don’t really like, I couldn’t have been more miserable. Well, that’s what I thought, anyway. Now I know that whatever you think to be the worst could end up being worse than worst.

Sullivan stands on his veranda for a change today. As he clumsily pulls his wooden rocking chair inside the house, he sneers at me. I sneer back at him through my sobbing and run away as fast as possible. I have no intention of letting anyone see my weakness. If my family finds out about my crying, they’ll either tease or scold me about it. The thought of getting scolded and teased is tiring in itself. I can’t afford to get tired now; there are a lot of things to be done in the Factory. I won’t be able to work if I get tired now.

I walk through the main gates of the Factory, completely drenched. Just then, Gracie calls out to me. I smile and accompany her to the dressing grounds, talking about the weather. By the time we reach the female dressing grounds, half of the women are already dressed up. The erratic weather seems to be the best gossip going on.

I change into my dull grey work suit slowly, eavesdropping on the conversations taking place all around me. Eavesdropping is a necessary survival skill in the Factory. It keeps both the body and the mind alert and active. Engaging in eavesdropping is also a method to protect yourself from the utter embarrassment caused by the ignorance of the daily gossip. In the female quarters, not knowing a gossip is as good a crime as committing a scandal. But I need not worry. Gracie loves gossiping, and we are partners in the Factory as well.

The grinding of machinery is the only sound one can hear when inside the Factory. I work in the Machine Manufacturing Department, which keeps on growling and grinding all the time, so I have gotten used to all of it. Especially that awfully nauseating stench of metal. There are quite a lot of casualties every day, so it’s impossible to distinguish between the smell of blood and the stench of metal. But for workers like us, none of that matters. The only thing that is supposed to matter here is the fact that if the work is incomplete, you will not be required anymore…in short, you will be sacked for good.

Our working hours are tedious. We must work for 17 hours every day without a single break. It’s tiring enough, but that’s okay by me. Thanks to the exhaustion, the only thing I can think of at night is my rough mattress that lies in a small, dark corner of my house. After my work, I always prefer travelling home by my usual conveyance – the Express-Bus.

It’s midnight, but the storm hasn’t ceased yet. I somehow manage to board the overcrowded Express-Bus, hungry and thirsty. People all around me seem tensed and tired. Everyone’s marked with sweat and grime. Although I should be used to this by now, I feel bile rise up my throat as I take in the salty, musty odour lingering around me. The journey back home is going to be uncomfortable tonight.

As the bus trudges along the flooded streets, I stare out of the window. I’m looking for Digby Road. The Digby Road was built in such a manner that whenever it rains, all the rainwater drains into the WA dam. However, with the passage of time, the WA dam was abandoned and fortified. With the wall blocking the water outlet, the road will be flooded in no time. Sometimes, the houses get submerged in it, too. This worries me a lot. Sullivan is out there alone. He’s probably sitting near the window and staring outside at the street. There’s no one there to help him. What if something happens to him? What if his house gets submerged in the water? He can’t even lift his chair properly… How will he save himself?

My heart thuds loudly as the bus passes All_Mart. My eyes flick towards the turn which leads to the Digby Road. Water flows slowly down the incline, drowning the houses at the far end of the road. Within a few hours, all the houses will sink…and with them, Sullivan will drown, too. My breathing becomes ragged as I get down from the bus. People scatter towards their houses while I keep on standing in the rain, getting drenched.

“Terra?” a voice calls from behind. I turn around to see Gracie’s concerned face. Her blonde curls streak shabbily across her forehead. Her face, now all grubby, with her stark blue eyes, reminds me of Theae, my little sister. She too would have looked just like Gracie, had she not succumbed to her illness. She was so little, so beautiful, so fragile…

I control the tears that threaten to burst through my eyes. Gracie stares at me anxiously as I wipe my face with my hands. “Sorry,” I mutter. “I felt so tired that I—”

She shakes her head. I sigh inwardly as I notice how beautiful Gracie looks in the rain. Her eyes have that depth of innocence which I craved to see so much. Her lips tremble as she murmurs something almost inaudibly, before she falls into my arms, crying.

“Gracie? What-what happened? Why are you crying?” I caress her hair lovingly as she sobs.

“Terra,” she mumbles in between her sobs, “it’s over. Everything’s lost. There’s no hope left anymore, Terra.”

“What do you mean? Gracie, tell me… What’s the matter?” I ask her.

She looks into my eyes solemnly. “I don’t want to die like this, Terra. I mean I don’t—”

I put a finger over her lips. I can’t breathe. It feels like a nightmarish dream, a horrid déjà vu. “I am asking you for the last time, Gracie. What happened?”

“Do you remember the history of this planet, Terra?”

“Yes. The name of our planet is Theae. That-that was my sister’s name, too. Our planet…was cursed a long time ago. The Elders decided to lift the curse by making a trivial sacrifice – every family must offer at least one member that would contribute to the wellbeing of this world by working in different sections of the Factory,” I reply.

“Do you remember the curse?” she asks quietly. My throat chokes up all of a sudden. “Theae stole Earth’s life; hence, one day shall come when Theae will be bereft of life,” I quote under my breath.

“Well,” says Gracie, “that day has arrived.”

CHAPTER 2: SULLIVAN’S QUESTIONS

I wake up to a cold star shine. The rough mattress seems rougher than usual. I slowly make my way towards the bathroom, my mind hazy with the events of the night. The elders are still sleeping. It makes me wonder how they could sleep through all that happened last night. But then, that’s exactly what they always did. That was the very reason I did what I did.

I open the bathroom door and lock myself in. There’s a window in our bathroom that’s big enough to let me through. I push open the window and let myself out of my house. Years of acrobatics-training has made me stealthy and light on my footing. I silently make my way towards the abandoned shack where he’s been hiding. I really have nothing to give him, not even water. I slide my hand inside my pockets to find them empty. Of course. I had emptied them a week ago, when I got my salary. My family members were too eager to count and share that money amongst themselves. I had no say whatsoever regarding that, even though I earned that money.

I sigh. All of a sudden my legs feel weak and wobbly. I slow down my pace for a while before sprinting into a full-fledged run. I don’t have much time in my hands. I have many things to do.

But I have to meet him first.

I feel glad that no one’s awake. The desolate streets make me feel somewhat safe. I reach the shack panting, my hair wildly misshapen and my face completely streaked with sweat. I open the door carefully, hoping that he doesn’t get alarmed.

He is sitting on the floor, his eyes looking far across at the empty street behind me. I close the door behind me and sit down, facing him. He looks at me quietly, his lips moving in a silent tantrum.

“Hey Sullivan,” I say, “are you okay?”

“Who are you? Why are you here? Where am I?” he speaks out. His eyes seem tired. He must have had a sleepless night as well.

“Your house was sinking. You were sitting on that rocking chair of yours, simply staring at the road. I broke into the house and started searching for you. When I found you, I asked you to evacuate the house immediately. But you simply wouldn’t move. You started fussing over petty things, like the chair and the pension money. So I knocked you out and carried you all the way to this shack. This place is safe, so you don’t have to worry anymore.”

He stares at me with scrutiny. I flinch. I admit I didn’t expect him to thank me, but I didn’t expect this scrutiny either. Slowly, he lets out a sigh. His gaze drops to the ground sadly. A feeling of guilt washes over me as I realize how hungry and thirsty the man is. I almost get up to bring him a glass of water when he speaks up again. Although this time, it’s in a kinder tone.

“You’re a brave girl,” he mutters. “Who are you?”

I find my throat go dry all of a sudden. I have no intention of revealing my family name to anyone, especially not him. “Terr-Theae,” I lie. I look into my hands and fidget with my shoe strings nervously.

“Theae,” he mumbles. “That’s a funny name.”

“It’s not!” I spit back at him, and almost regret it. He looks at me as if I am some alien. Damn it. I get back to my fidgeting.

“You love your name?” he asks slowly.

I look into his eyes. I can’t lie anymore. “Yes. I love that name. I love it – because it’s not my name. It’s… It’s my little sister’s name,” I blurt out. He simply sighs.

“My name’s Sentry…Sentry Sullivan. Surely you’ve read my nameplate.” His eyes are locked on mine.

I feel warm blood crawl up my face as I reply, “I’m Terra Tabarez.” All of a sudden, I feel like an idiot. He examines me closely before he asks his next question.

“Why did you save me?”

“I couldn’t leave you over there alone like that, especially when I knew what fate awaited you.”

“Hmm…you say you’re a Tabarez. Are you sure about it?”

“Of course I am. Why do you ask?”

His face becomes impassive as he replies, “You don’t behave like one.”

“What do you mean by that?” I ask him, although I could have guessed the answer already.

“That’s the most bootless family on the whole planet. Those lazy people know only how to spend money, not earn it.”

I agree with him inwardly.

“However,” he murmurs softly, “you’re somewhat different. I have seen you work like hell for them, just to make them happy. They don’t even bother where they get the money from, or who’s offering them the money, as long as they get to spend it. But you…” His voice trails off like those sea waves that pull back, only to come to the shore once again. “Why do you care about them so much?” he asks mildly.

I find myself searching for my tongue. “I…I don’t care for them. It’s just that…” I’m tongue-tied. Words fail to reach me.

“Yes,” he coaxes, “go on. Say whatever is on your mind.”

Just then, my eyes well up with tears. I find myself breaking down in front of Sullivan. “It was my fault. Everyone said Theae was ill. They kept telling me to bring her medicines. I didn’t earn much money that time. I was possessive about my earnings. I thought it was just a plan to get hold of my money, because they were like that. I…I didn’t believe them…and then…Theae…” I can’t hold myself any longer. The tears flow down relentlessly, shamelessly.

He watches me as I weep. He doesn’t say anything, though. I can feel his wrinkled hands hold my rough hands timidly. “Terra,” he speaks gently, “don’t you think you’ve had enough already? I understand this is repentance for your little sister’s death, but…don’t you think it’s enough? I mean, even Theae wouldn’t want to see you torturing yourself like this.”

“But…but…” I sob.

He places his hand on my head. “This is more than enough,” he murmurs. His voice reminds me of the huge banyan trees whose leaves rustle in the wind so softly.

“Who…who are you?” I mutter in between my sobs.

He looks away yet again. His eyes seem to be lost in some distant world of their own. “You must make a choice, Terra. Just the way you made the choice of saving my life. Please save your life now.” He fumbles and overturns his pockets to remove a crumpled piece of yellow-red paper. “Take it. It’s yours. You’ve earned it.”

I timidly take the paper from his hands and straighten it out. The creases are prominent, but even they can’t hide the message written on it.

“This…but this is…” I look at him, confused.

“This is the ticket to your freedom. Go and use it.” He smirks at me. I try to protest, but he doesn’t let me stay there for long. Before long, I find myself trudging towards my house, the ticket to Space Shuttle #191 hidden carefully inside my family heirloom – a Sabre tooth locket. Unknown to everyone, it is hollow on the inside; hence, it is the perfect hiding spot.

As I enter the house through the bathroom window, I can hear grumbling voices inside. I quickly open the door and rush towards the source of the commotion.

The TV is blaring loudly. Everyone’s huddling around it. They are both watching and arguing at the same time. I gaze at the TV screen for a long time before getting out of the house once more.

I need to meet Gracie.

CHAPTER 3: A DILEMMA

I read the newspaper headlines again and again. It is just as Gracie had foretold last night – our planet, Theae, is in grave danger. Apparently, due to the overpowering gravitational force of the newly formed black hole BH663, all the planets of the Solar System and the Andrea System have started reverting from their orbits. And Earth is approaching planet Theae rapidly. Within a week, all the life on Theae could be destroyed. Hence the tickets to the emergency space shuttles are being sold at really high prices. People are panicking; there is no escape from this calamity. Those storms, that erratic weather – it is all due to BH663. It’s true; the doomsday is coming near. And 165 out of the 229 space shuttles have already left. People are being evacuated at the cost of millions.

I had urged Gracie to save her life, and had even offered her my own ticket. But she simply refused. “You saved his life. You deserve it,” she had answered, before she got up from the park bench and went away. I stared at her retreating back for a long time before rereading the newspaper headlines.

The walk back home seems very long. By the time I reach home, the sun’s already set. I enter the house as inconspicuously as possible. The TV’s still blaring loudly. However, there’s no sign of my family. I switch the TV off and scour the kitchen for any leftovers. There are only a couple of bread slices and a little soup in the fridge. My hungry stomach doesn’t mind it. I gobble up the stale bread and cold soup in minutes, lest they come back and make a fuss of it.

The house is eerily quiet. I roam about its rooms, letting my hands feel the texture of the course walls. The echoes of my footfalls soothe my ears. I can’t remember the last time I felt so much at ease. The emptiness of the house reminds me of Sullivan. His house was just as bare and silent. Oh, how I envy the freedom he owns! No worries about work…no tension about money…no reason to be accountable to anyone… I really want that kind of life.

I’ve never noticed how intricately beautiful my house is. I fear calling the place ‘my house’, but I simply can’t help it. I want to have a place for myself. Just like this house. It’ll be wonderful to have some space for myself. No one will be able to reach me there. I’ll be alone and free. I will be at peace at last.

I spread my arms out and turn around in circles, breathing the rich, family-free air deeply. The darkness that envelops the room engulfs me as well. But I don’t care anymore. My heart feels light. I’m never going to give away this feeling for anyone, not even my family.

The jerking of the door makes me stop. I listen for their voices. Soon enough, the hall is booming with their loud chatter. Just then, I hear a loud crash. My feet make me rush to the hall against my wishes. As I reach the hall, I hear them screaming and arguing yet again.

“What’s going to happen now?” my aunt blurts out. “We all are going to die!” exclaims yet another one, a little too melodramatically. A chorus of “Save our souls!” fills the air. I stand still, waiting, until their voices subside into murmurs.

Everyone’s glaring at me. My grandparents mutter curses under their breath while the children mock me silently. My parents stand there, hopeless as ever, wishing that I would extricate something to shut them up.

The ticket to Space Shuttle #191 seems to burn a hole in my chest. They murmur in cruel voices all the things that I was never able to give them. Just then, my uncle Tabby shouts.

“We know what you have been up to. Tell us before we throw you out of this house. Where were you today? Why didn’t you go to the Factory? The women said you never turned up. They distributed the caution money today. Where were you at that time?”

I stare at Uncle Tabby, my mouth hanging.

“Terra, answer me. Where were you today? What were you up to? You know how much we need that money, and yet you…you’ll never change, will you? Have you forgotten about Theae already?”

Tears sting at the back of my eyes. Money, money, money. That’s all they talk about. I’ve spent every single day of my life as a mute robot, listening to their orders and attending to their needs, even before that tragedy. To think that they would remind me of Theae only to extract money out of me… And that, too, at a time like this. I wish to escape this hellish prison right away. The burning hole in my chest widens a little.

“I heard she was talking with that mad girl in the park…now what was her name? Grapevine? Gratitude?” my grandma says aloud.

“Gracie,” I murmur, my voice almost inaudible.

“Ah, yes! Gracie…that mad girl,” my grandpa sneers rudely.

I reply through my gritted teeth, “She isn’t mad. She has obsessive compulsive disorder.” I remember how Gracie would do various silly things, like picking up even-numbered screws and so on, just because of her OCD. But she was the sanest person I’d ever met in my lifetime.

“Terra, I can’t believe you hang out with a madwoman,” my cousin bullies me.

I ball up my fists, and before I can realize it, I’m screaming at the top of my voice. “SHE ISN’T HALF AS MAD AS YOU GUYS!” I yell out. Tears cascade down my cheeks and skin as I shout back at them.

“Behave yourself, Terra,” my father warns me. His eyes are burning red. Beside him, my mother hides her face.

“I never knew I had given birth to such a monster,” she sobs obediently in my father’s arms. I feel the hole spreading out in my body, eating it up. My eyes burn with rage. My mind doesn’t work. I can’t breathe properly.

“I never expected this from you, Terra. You’re a disgrace to this family. To think that you would behave like this even after Theae’s death…” My dad grimaces.

“We’ve already lost our little daughter because of you,” my mother goes on. “Now we don’t want to lose each other. Please, Terra, stop this nuisance. Go and get the money. We need to evacuate this pile of rubbish immediately. Come Terra, let’s abandon Theae together. Let’s go somewhere safe where none of us will have to work again. Let’s go to our ultimate paradise, dear.”

The butchering knife is on the table beside me. It takes all my strength to resist myself from murdering all of them. I breathe in slowly, deeply, trying to think of an escape route. There’s the door behind them, completely blocked. Then there’s the bathroom window. I need to play it safe. Tonight, it’s either do or die. If I don’t escape now, I’ll never be able to escape from this trap ever again.

“I…I am sorry. I was so tired. L-let me wash my face. Then I’ll go to the Factory and a-ask for the money,” I stammer on purpose. They scrutinize me before nodding their heads all at once. I rush to the bathroom and lock myself in. “Please wait for me,” I murmur from the inside. I can hear their hushed tones of rejoice. It breaks my heart.

I find myself heaving out of the window once again. Within a few minutes, they’ll know of my betrayal…my escape. They’ll definitely try to get at Gracie. But I know what Gracie will do. And for the second time in my life, I know what I am supposed to do.

I run towards the shack.

CHAPTER 4: THE ESCAPE

I knock hard on the shack’s door and push it open. Inside, the duo sits still as I scoop up their belongings. “Come with me,” I gasp urgently. “We’re getting out of here.” I reach out and grab Sullivan up. “There’s no time left.”

“Indeed. There isn’t,” he sneers. Suddenly I notice the blood flowing out of his mouth.

“Sullivan!” I exclaim. “What have you been up to?”

Just then, Gracie lifts the bottle of poison that lay on the floor, completely empty. “He drank it before I could stop him,” she says inaudibly. I feel my head reeling as I drop all the things on the floor. My head’s throbbing with pain.

“Why?” I ask him.

He smiles. “Go, live your life. Both of you.”

And he crumples down on the floor.

The wind is moaning outside. We lift up his body and bury it in the ground. Gracie seems too silent. When I look at her questioningly, she thrusts her hand in her pocket and removes the ticket for Space Shuttle #191. “He was saving up all his money to buy these tickets…one for himself, and the other one for—”

“His rocking chair,” I sob.

She continues, “When he found out that I was your friend, he simply gave it to me and—” She breaks down into wild, uncontrollable sobs. My throat feels dry. My cheeks are wet. I stand up quietly and walk towards the space station.

“Terra?” Gracie calls out from behind. Soon enough, she’s walking beside me.

I try to find words to describe my feelings, but my voice chokes up every time I open my mouth. We board Space Shuttle #191.

I am free at last.

EPILOGUE: MANY YEARS LATER

I miss my home planet Theae a lot. But I must admit, life in Gliese3659 isn’t that bad. It’s relaxing, actually. Within a blink of my eye, I have completed the seventieth year of my new life, filled with my own space, and Gracie of course.

I learnt a lot about myself in these years. I learnt how to laugh, how to cry and how to live. I even found love in my life…a love that was born out of Gracie’s friendship. Our bond has, without doubt, grown stronger in these years. We’re almost inseparable now.

Of course, I still can’t forget my past life. Gracie had pestered me with many questions, but the one that kept popping up the most was, “Why did you leave Theae?”

To be honest, even I didn’t know what made me do that. Maybe I really hated my family. Maybe I was selfish. There are many maybes in the equation. But I did realize one thing – I wanted to let Sullivan die in peace. If we’d stayed on Theae, his sacrifice would have been meaningless.

“Terra,” Gracie murmurs, bringing me out of my reverie. I smile at her. She sits beside me and lays her head on my shoulder. We both stare at the stars in the night sky.

I sigh contentedly. This is what I’d always wanted.

A shooting star bursts in the night sky. I close my eyes. “Please send this message to Sullivan…” I make the wish and hold up my letter towards the sky. Gracie lights up the letter in flames. We watch silently as the burning embers of the letter float away in the cool night breeze.

In my mind, I read the letter once again.

Dear Sullivan,

A million thank yous wouldn’t be enough to repay your kindness. I’m happy here. I hope you are happy too. Say hi to Theae from me. I hope we’ll meet again in another life.

Yours forever indebted,

The Girl who worked in the Factory


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