Grandma's Heart Shaped Lockett

Christopher's Diary

28th June 2200

Dear Diary,

I hated today. I don’t ever want to go back to that doctor's office. He said Grandma’s only got four days to live, due to her COTTON-CANDY-CHOLESTROMATIC illness. Before leaving, Grandma forgot her Heart shaped lockett at the doctors. She had asked Doc to hold it, because it was getting in the way of all the test machine tubes running along her chest and neck.

I hope grandma gets her lockett back.

Have a goodnight Apoco-Paro Island

29th June 2200

Dear Diary,

I snapped on the T.V. today, there was a prize give away for an item wanted on the market, something that vanished centuries ago, a heart shaped lockett for 4.2 million dollars. I realized that grandma owns a heart shaped lockett. And that if I can turn it in, I'd make us filthy rich. Well maybe just rich….

So how did this apocalypse come about ? Countries went to war using up all of its resources they each had. Bringing their economic systems to a crash. Causing people to become mercenaries or much alike them. Scavenging And stealing when possible. To make something of the prize give away market.

Later that day Grandma and I went back to the doctors to retrieve her missing lockett. As we arrived into the building, there was a lengthy line that had already ensued and they wanted to speak with Doc, but he presumably told his intern that all requests must still follow line protocol, “First come first serve.” Grandma and Christopher dilly dallied to the back, as they were strolling on through Grandma made an obscured but predominant statement, loud enough for everyone and me to hear while in line, “I can wait for as long it takes, I’m coming for you darling.” At first I thought it was Doc she was talking about. But my second guessing was that it was about that stupid little lockett she owned. We were fourth away from seeing doc after a long day in line. But the medical staffing soon began clearing everyone out as the day came to closing time. Grandma let out a gruff as they guided us to the exit of the building ,”Pffffff, I'll be back, I’m not leaving this body without holding you for one last time. My instinct tells me she’s serious about retrieving this ancient artifact, or piece of jewelry. As we get in the home , Grandma quickly is bed ridden, sobbing, yanking on my arm, pushing me away, yanking me in, and I question her behavior as she does soo repeatedly. She replies with watery eyes, “Christopher, I don’t know if ill have the strength to go to the doctors tomorrow to retrieve that thingy you know…..And I don't know if there will be a next time for me Christopher……Grandson, would you do your old lady a favor and wait in line for my piece of jewelry?” I replied very generously with sympathy because of her emotions that she was bearing on me at the moment,” Sure Grandma, I can do that.”

Grandma seems real down about not receiving that jewelry of hers today. Hopefully I can do her the favor tomorrow.

Goodnight sleep tight piece of Grandmas jewelry.

30th June 2200

Dear Diary,

I slyfully pickup Maia, a girl friend of mines, and she jumps in, almost sporadically, eager to get away from something. We head straight to the doctors building. There’s a long line regardless of us being early. This time we're fourth to last. And it looks like we might not make it again. Ten minutes in, Maia is sitting on my lap because I had given my seat to an elderly. An hour in she’s hungry and I buy her four bags of chips, two drinks, and a candy bar. The second hour she’s grasping onto me for dear life, thanking me for buying her food and drinks. The last two hours were like hell but she utters in my ear, “Thank you for picking me up today, I was in an argument with my parents, and right before they were going to have me make plans to move out you called and that changed the subject for them.” “Thank you Christopher!” Maia gave me a huge smooch. We were about to give up on the piece of jewelry until Doc came out with it and asked,” You must be looking for this?” He said he got phone calls all day from a berserk old lady saying that I have a special piece of jewelry of hers and her grandson is in the lobby waiting to pick it up …..

We drive to The bridge that connects our island Apoco-Paro to the prize give away island. The bridge was to be connected in ten minutes and Maia and I were about nine minutes and fifty nine seconds away from just turning a piece of jewelry in and becoming millionaires. I took a few seconds just staring, wanting to feel the joy of Fortune, which I possessed in my hands at that moment. And then a reminiscent whisper gave me recollection of my Grandma's bed ridden wish. To hold her Lockett one more time. I unconsciously rerouted my steps to the beat of Grandma's pulse. Towards the house.

Maia and I have Grandma's lockett and we are both sleeping by her bedside with it till she awakes. I hope Grandma can give us an explanation for all that trouble just waiting on that piece of jewelry…

Good Day, Good night.

1st July 2200

Dear Diary,

A Shriek of familiarity was let out by Grandma, “AAAAAAHHH, my heart shaped…….” I felt like I had done the best deed anyone could’ve ever done since the Apocalypse. She pulled me in soo hard, but her hug was thee warmest. Grandma, with a grand finale kind of voice, said, “Now……… What this heart shaped lockett means to me….. let me share,” And so Grandma shared from her point of view……

Right before the Apocalypse, I had two lovers. Geoffrey, who was an important person in society, one with hierarchy authority. So important as to make some major decisions for our country. To defend or attack. Always dressed nice. Made sure we ate well. He was a very busy man. And that came with distinctive traits. He was bossy, selfish, mentally and physically abusive a lot of times. Everything his way. I can never really recollect a joyous time I might've had with him. He took me out to one of his ceremonies and there caught my eye a soldier, named Christopher. I didn’t feel like talking to anyonebecause of the way I was being treated behind the expensive luxurious dress, that Geoffrey almost man- made just for me. I felt miserable, hopeless, cantankerous, all the above that would signify an unhappy person at the time. I borrowed a soldiers hand gun because of the authority and power I had and was engaged to. I took it to the lady's room, into a stall, and put it to my head. Counted down from five seconds and on three, Christopher came busting through the door. Breaking the stall door too and fully disarming me. I quickly question him with a quivering voice, filled with tears and emotion, “Why'd you do that?” I could still recall his melancholy voice for the first time, as if he was an expert at calming people down,” Well, what were you doing in the bathroom, in a stall, with a gun to your head, with the safety off, and a loaded magazine?” “The heart shaped lockett, the heart shaped lockett!” Grandma unequivocally exclaimed, “ Christopher was wearing the heart shaped lockett when I busted into his chest head first, crying from almost killing myself. I could recall my face pressing against that cold piece of metal with tears running down the lockett making it even colder. Two secret service agents busting through the door detaining Christopher and asked if I was okay. I told them he was with me. He saved my life at that ceremony. And he saved my life that whole week after the ceremony. By slyfully taking me to the carnival that was happening that whole week, right before the apocolypse. I told Geoffrey that they needed extra workers at the office, and that I was pulling a double. Christopher made sure I rode every carnival ride there was. Made sure I had the most cotton candy out of everyone. Which caused me to have Cotton-Candy-Cholestromatic. We made out underneath the night sky as the lights went out and the carnival closed down. Did it numerous times in his old beaten down eco boost Ford Escape. World war started after the week of the carnival, and Christopher was shipped to war. Something like they stormed beaches that contained heavily fortified machine guns. Before Christopher was sent to war he gave me this (the heart shaped lockett). It was during the week of the carnival. He said it was his grandfather's and that it was handed down from generation to generation. And that the heart shaped lockett represented him wholly, who he was and all of him. And that he would like me to hold on to it until he gets back from deployment. I get a phone call that Christopher and the first twenty platoons that stormed the beaches did not make it. My heart shrunk. I thought I had--had a heart attack and was rushed to the hospital, my world was broken. Come to find out it was my COTTON-CANDY-CHOLESTROMSTIC that had gotten to me. And I wept even more, because that’s how I had gotten that illness, through the carnival cotton candy, when he had taken me during that week. I could not take it being alive. But then I looked at the Heart shaped lockett and said to myself,” Nope, Christopher's right here with me.” Desperately holding onto the Lockett as if the universe and the heavens did not matter. The hospitals were filled with the injured troops from the war. It was hard to find a stable place in the hospital, jam- packed and overcrowded with screaming bloody murder nurses and soldiers. It was soo crowded that when Geoffrey checked into the hospital to find me, he couldn't, and I used that opportunity to find refuge else where. A kind enough doctor pushed me around place to place, trying to find a stable unit for me in the hospital, we ended up getting to know each other well enough that he took it upon himself to take me to his home because the hospitals were just too crowded. That kind doctor was your grandfather Christopher. But your name came from the nice young man who saved my life right as it was about to end. And this Heart Shaped Lockett represents him.

I was named after a Lockett 😯