They started down.
The ride started slow and peaceful. Jonas finally felt as if they were free, as if they were flying. But, as the sled began to move faster and faster, everything started to blur together. Jonas could see the soft blanket of snow in front of them: so close, but just out of reach. The sled had swerved violently off course, throwing Jonas off. He tried to get up, but an invisible force was weighing him down.
“Gabriel!” he shouted, trying to catch his breath. “Gabe, where are you?”
There was no answer. Jonas opened his eyes, trying to find the small child. Something was off. Well, not exactly off; it was gone! The world around Jonas was disappearing right before his very eyes. Darkness was coming down from the sky, swallowing everything.
Jonas tried to get away, but the darkness was upon him, pressing down on his chest until he lost the ability to force air into his lungs. As he lost consciousness, his entire life-everyone at the community, his friends, his family unit, The Giver-everything played like a movie before his eyes. He felt a tear run down his cheek.
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Jonas opened his eyes, and was blinded by a bright white light. He heard a soft beeping, and it seemed to grow faster as he took in his surroundings. He was laying on an uncomfortable plastic bed, attached to several cords and tubes. The walls and floor were an ugly beige, and the strong smell of antiseptic prodded at the back of Jonas’ throat, choking him.
A woman wearing a pressed pink tunic and matching pink pants came into the room and started looking at the monitors by the bed. She looked at Jonas and smiled.
“Good morning, sleepy head,” she said brightly. “Your mum and dad are going to be so excited to see that you’re awake!”
“What?” Jonas asked hoarsely.
“Do you know who you are? Where do you live? Do you remember what happened?” the woman asked expectantly.
Jonas tried to think. “I’m Jonas, I lived in the community, but I left. Am I back? Where’s Gabriel?”
The woman looked worried. “Jonas, you’re in the Mercy Hospital in Colorado Springs. Don’t you remember? I am your nurse, Rose. I’m going to call your parents. We can all talk about this together, okay?”
“No!” Jonas said, and the beeping on the machine got faster. “I don’t want to see them!”
“You are confused,” the woman, Rose, soothed. “Just calm down. You just woke up from a medically induced coma. You need some time to recover.” She put a syringe of something into one of the little baggies and Jonas’ eyes started to get heavy. Within moments, he was falling into a deep, restless sleep.
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Jonas awoke to the sound of voices around him.
“He doesn’t even remember what happened?” a female voice asked. Mother? he asked himself.
“Well,” Rose explained, “sometimes these things can happen. After the damage from the accident and the complications in his surgery, his brain needed some time to heal itself. Since he was in the dream state for so long, his subconscious must have created a whole other world, the world he now thinks that he lives in. It shouldn’t take too long to get him back in touch with reality.”
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The Giver Alternate EndingFanfiction
I had an assignment for communication arts to write an alternate ending for The Giver. It's starting from when Jonas and Gabriel started down the hill on the sled. I hope you enjoy.(: