Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : YoungAdult

      Mike and I's live spiral downwards from that day. Mike began to drink and skip work. He was an electrical engineer, he was 25 years old. His boss had called me threatening that he would fire Mike if he kept skipping. I understand that he's hurting, and believe me I am too, and that that was his escape. But I needed him to control it. It has been his dream job since forever. And it has been 4 months since that day, and he should be accepting that by now. They're dead..
       I stared out at the Sun. I loved the sun, so big and fierce yet ever so gentle to our planet. It keeps us alive. When I am alone with my thoughts, I get mad and I can't hold it in like the sun can. 
      The smaller details about what happened to my parents was so confusing. It didn't make any sense. As I said before Beachton is isolated and small. Everyone knew everyone. But you can't find pure golden knife in Beachton. Or at least of that kind. Did someone come into town and kill my parents? Then leave behind their weapon? That part was kind of stupid. They were asking us to find it...
     And what did my parents do to deserve that? They were the best people I knew. I love those depressing thoughts drift away. The sky was a lighter shade of blue now. I decided to go home and make some breakfast. A good benedict sounded amazing right now. I swung my legs to the right and stood on the wet sand. As the water rushed upwards the warm smooth feeling tickled my ankles. I walked along the sand-wall and up to my house in front of me. I opened the patio gate and walked on the stone path past the outdoor furniture, and opened the door. I lived in my family's Mansion. Well I considered it a mansion. It was a large two-story house. This house is belong to the Romero family for generations. I began to think about school as I walked into the big kitchen and started to collect ingredients from the fridge. I was 14 years old and I go to Beachton City High. I'm a freshman. School has started a week ago and today was Sunday August 13th. I didn't have any homework (thank God) because it was the beginning of the school year, so I could just relax today. At school, I'm the most popular kid in 9th grade. But I honestly think that all my "friends" are just friends with me for my money. The Romero family has always been one of the wealthiest families in town. But money doesn't matter to me. I want friends who I can actually count on, you know? I tossed an English muffin in the toaster and a few slices of ham in a pan.
      My mother had taught me how to cook beginning when I was very young. I remember how she would plop me down on the counter when I was a baby, so I could watch her cook. She always told me "always use your senses to cook, not the cookbook". I remember that to this day. As I grew she would let me do more with the food. First she taught me how to properly crack an egg that I learned the best ways to cook and spice taco meat. It was her dream to open a restaurant one day, and I intend for her dream to come true. It would be called "Mahalia's", that was her name. She was part Filipino, Mahalia is a Filipino name, meaning "tenderness".
      Before I knew it I finished making a delicious looking Benedict I picked it up and went into the living room to watch TV I sat down on the couch and flip through channels until I landed on the news channel.
    "Everyone must stay inside as you can see",said the weatherman gesturing towards a weather map displaying a huge mass of rain moving in. "Storms are hitting us hard tonight folks!"
    "Thank you, Jerry," said a news reporter. She began to talk about a robbery across town as I gulped down the last bite of my benedict. 
    I clicked the power button on the remote and the screen went black. It seems like there hasn't been a storm in ages, though it was summer. I would be staying inside tonight. Normally I would go to stores or dance clubs with my friends, but water wasn't something I could get along with. I would never go out in the rain- if this keeps happening...
      When I touch water in the shower, or in the ocean, my body would heat up and sizzle. I wouldn't even be wet for long; the water would quickly evaporate off of me. One time I checked my temperature and it was 117 degrees! It wasn't right. This all started about a week ago and gradually got worse. I went to the doctor a couple days ago, because I began to get scared, but my temperature was normal when and when I didn't touch water there. It only seems to happen in my house and around my house. I probably looked insane when the doctor said I was normal and healthy but I had to touch water. He had such as shocked and wait it out look when I run water from the sink in the room onto my arms. At the time I thought I was funny, how insane I looked, and thinking that it all happened in my head and wasn't real. It isn't funny to me now, it is real and I can't do anything to change it. But it isn't normal and I'm scared of what could happen to me or where it'll take me the future. Or who I may become...Maybe I'm reading too far into it? I just don't know. It's probably nothing to worry about...


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