Would the grass be greener?
Imagine staring into the lifeless eyes of your father, his skin pinched and blue against the golden leaves that sorround your feet.
Now, imagine him slowly, shovel by shovel, being covered in dirt until thr grave is sealed off. If you could call it a grave. There was no headstone, and no coffin.
Finally, imagine his body, now disfugured, blackened, and half eaten away, being carried out away by two men you don’t know, cursing and carrying on about the smell of the dead, and how it will take days to wash away.
You see, I didn’t have to imagine this. No. It actually happened.
From the moment I stared into my dads lifeless eyes, to the moment I saw his body get thrown out of his ‘grave’ so a building site could continue wokring, I felt helpless.
Escpecially when my mother died of a heartattack.
Now I just have Zane. I will never let my little brother go. He will live forever if I can make that happen.
And for all my worth, i’m desperatley hoping that bad things don’t always come in threes. Because without him, I don’t know what i’ll do with myself.
So, your wondering why I bothered to tell you this story of woe? That’s simple.
Because it changed the world.
Let’s go back to the day after my father was carried away.......
Zane would sit by the edge of the river, a forlorn expression always plastered on his small face that should be filled with joy. I don’t even remember what he looked like when he was happy anymore
I don’t know what I looked like either.
Everytime Zane sat down by the lake, I was at ease. Not jumping up and down and survailing his every move incase something happened. No, that was a place of peace. Maybe that’s why what happened, happened.
Well, like everything, it came to an end, and the bad things did occur in threes.
Maybe I would never have beome different if I didn’t try to stop them from ruining our special place. Maybe if they hadn’t destroyed it anyways....... Maybe it would be the same still, if Zane hadn’t died.
You might be thinking, what am I going on about. To tell you the truth, at the start, I didn’t even know wat was happening. I just did things. Those things came with joy, and sadness.
Now imagine a young boy, 12 years of age, his whole life ahead of him. Now just think, he slips into the hands of a group of strong men, and they start to drag him away from your special, beautiful, once peacful lake. Then they grab you, and your struggling with all your might to be free of thier iron grasps. So you dive into the lake when thier hands loosen to open the tall wire gate, and your brother calls your name, thinking you’ve slipped or fallen, or even dead.
He runs after you, slipping out of the mens hands while they are in shock, and with three simple steps, he’s slipping, hitting his head, and falling straight into the now forboding depths of the water, his hand just misses your hand, and you cloat there, shocked, as your brother, sinks lower into the darkness, you can;t help but think that over time, he will be nothing but a crustation on the river bed.
So know you know that because of all of the tradgedy I had had to face, when I was given my gift or power, as you might call it, I used it, no matter the cost, everytime.
What was my gift you say? The ability to see the future. A flash across my eyes, or the actual future happening right next to the present itself.
I’m just the only one that sees it.
So, how did I get this seemingly amazing gift? Well, for a start, it is not an amazing gift.
It’s a burden.
As for how I got this gift, you’ll have to read from the beggining to get to the end, then everything will be revealed.
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