I HAD BEEN sitting on my floor, sulking for the past hour, contemplating everything that just happened. With every passing minute the pain seemed to move further and further away, the more I accepted that I was the problem in all this the less pain I felt. I was supposed to be numb to all this, I had gone through a worser time than this, the moment I felt like my entire world collapsed, my blue sky swallowed into utter darkness and I didn't think that the pain would ever go away, all those years ago.

  I resolutely tried to remain, as much as possible detached with the world, if I didn't get too attached with people, then how was it possible I'd get hurt But I had failed miserably at that, because some one could still see passed that brick wall, that plunged with defeated holes. It was he, the one person who knew me so well, I think, who managed to single handedly repeat hurting me, more deeper each time.

  I told myself that I wanted to live, in that constant artificial life, where I believed in happiness would rain forever. And my life would be always filled with serenity, and the people around me ceased the solitude.

  Sure, other folks had it worser than I, but they didn't expect me to overshadow what I was feeling because of consideration that others had it worse. It was selfishly wrong but, In a world I thought was mine, this was how I felt.

  I Began to fantasize of how frazzled I was: I was tired- to the point that I was tired of being misunderstood, I was tired of stressing about what Dad thought of me, tired of what people thought of me, tried of being so used to this, I was tired of accepting this was my life, I was tired of making an entire passing hour list of being Tired. I was Even tired of being so tired.

  I was now just running empty, but my sore eyes wouldn't shut they stared wide awake. So I began to think of something new to add to the topic, of me finally getting a grip on myself, considering Dad's side and living how he wanted me to live, it did saddened me, but at least it would make one of us happy, I also added in what would satisfy me.

  My eyes circled around my bookshelf. Before they dropped to the floor, there were about to lift up to the ceiling, to wait for sleep to visit me as I trivialized my feelings but they stopped at something- the last thing I wanted to see, that magazine that belonged to Federico I still had it, unknowingly, I must have slipped it into my duffel bag, right before we went to the principal's office.

  How could I have forgotten to give it back. I got a hold of it in my hands, as I stared at it I told myself that Federico wouldn't miss it, he probably had a bunch of others, my mind still wanted to break or crash something to fill the void, I really didn't know how to cope with such situations, and speaking my feelings and thoughts to another, was my last option, I hated when people pitied me, knew my vulnerable side, saw through my pain, got in my head, made me look desperate, made me feel like they could make it better when pertinently they couldn't, when in the end they'd also as well disappoint me, on that shitty dependency, when they'd ultimately disappear, by ending their due day's work and leave me to only dial back to the same code of desperation. And at that moment, my eyes focus on the sheet of paper, ruffled, I wanted to reap it to a point where it had no recognition, it was the commence of all this contemptment, the prime source of it all.

  ''That stupid fight. . . On that girl.'' whispers left my lips.

  Memories of that fiasco that happened at school started to slip back in, I shook it frantically, but before I torn it apart, surprisingly something fell out of it. An A- six paper, resembling the appearance of a greeting card, it had a picture of the city's Evellyn Hourglass on it, I picked it up, I presumed it belonged to Federico like the rest of it.

  I was about to toss it away then finish what I was doing when, I looked closely at what was behind it. Writings- cursive handwritings, it was written:

  'Amayli. .

  I still purposely, have this very note in one piece, I like to think it helps me perpetuate to that juvenile moment I experienced to help me guide the narrative, however in that time my mouth merely just dropped open, after reading that dedication I seemed for a moment to forget why exactly I was so cross, I shook my head and tossed it, it sounded more fabricated that Branden's lies. Federico was so hang over that girl and I didn't have the slightest clue why, I wasn't questioning her appearance, what I seemed baffled on about was how long he spent writing this, and thinking about someone who you were only a faceless character in their story.

  I then wondered how long a person could spend day dreaming of a love they could never have, it was absurd, I wasn't just saying this because I had never been hang over any girl, I was saying this because I found it irrelevant and disorienting to think about.

  I turned back to my bitter mood, gnashing my teeth as I got up to the side of my bed, falling flat on it and stared at my ceiling. My head hurt and all that was ringing in my head was still Dad's sour words. I wondered I knew he wasn't too happy about cancelling whatever he had going on in Las Vegas and turning back to his idiotic son's stupidity, but come on

  I guessed I was wrong about what I said about him turning back for me, he was finally putting more effort in this parenting thing, I got the reason that troubled me repeatedly wondering why we were back here, the brand new start wasn't for him to implement himself it was all for me, . I wondered The first time he was being selfless was the exact same time when I chose to play his part and be the selfish one.

  I tossed to my left, Dad was doing all of this for me and he thought I was overlooking all his efforts. The fact that he made this about him, was frustrating, and a bit salty that it didn't entirely feel like this new start he was giving was for me only, it was annoy- aggravating pondering about it, that I tried restraining myself from not childishly screaming my lungs out into my pillow, like the idiot I was. I sniffed.

  I put my focus on one raw angry Emotion, the one hard to overlook and forget or perhaps lessen if I could- not to Dad but to myself, it had reveling won, I hated, but I hated that I hated, but I couldn't help but resent myself so much for making my only family show that much anger toward me. I wanted something to replace this dreadful feeling, I told myself if I had a chance to add an amount even if it was just a minimum amount of pleasure or renounce to this plaguing feeling or replacement. I'd take it and I would hang on to it, until I dissolved all of it.

  Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.

  I turned again at my right, and my eyes stopped at what was next to my alarm clock, a wristwatch sized black box, it was terribly plain adorned with nothing but ominous, I squinted at it, nonplussed of course. I got a hold of it, examining it from top to bottom, before deciding to just straight up open it, I mean it had to be for me, But I was sure it was for me, it was the only reason for it's existence to be nesting in my room right next to my alarm clock, as I opened it to see what was in it, they was a note right at the front, I shut my eyes tightly frazzled, ' I hissed mentally. I had already just read an eulogy, now what was it?

  Surprisingly, they wasn't a note in there, when I took it out, in was the weirdest wristwatch I had ever seen, it looked like some creepy, murky filled watch, and my first guess was it was some toy, but when I peered closely at it, it actually looked like . Authentic, I shook my head in mild disbelief and ire.

  Who would actually get somebody a gift as creepy as this? I rolled my eyes averting my gaze back with a stale, long sigh to the note to get some answers surely it had some, On: why, who and where it came from. I reluctantly, opened the note wondering if I should just put it back and examine it tomorrow morning then go back to try and stop venting about my crude luck then fall asleep but I lost that debate when I found myself beginning to read, might I say I was glad I went with the latter.

  ''Dear Alwyn, It's Grandpa Naijo. . ?'' I trailed off, instantly sitting up, curiosity wrapped it's arms around my frame, as my features crinkled with appall.

  My eyes I felt like they were about to melt out of their sockets. It hadn't even been two hours since Dad yelled at me, emphasizing to me how his dear Dad took off when he was three, but this was a note from him- ? That made no sense whatsoever, however, despite Dad hating to talk about his Dad he did so, from time to time, I recalled him telling me his Dad's name was Naijo.

  Did he just send me a note and a creepy watch? My mind was fried, I shook my head in disbelief again, If anyone should have gotten a note it should be his son, he'd skipped all those years of disappearing and he makes some come back on me and not his son? Like that little stunt's not familiar.

  He was perhaps thinking to probably try go through me because he knew good and well that his son wouldn't even give him a single chance to even speak or explain why he left him or did that to him, at this point I was sure he had his '' reasons. I looked around at the note again.

  '

  That was DEFINITELY the biggest joke I had ever read, none of it made any sense, what exactly was he talking about with all those strange narrations. I bet he didn't know how old I was.

  And how on earth did a man who disappeared for all those years even know I existed, how did he know my name? Was he some stalker? But to be fair, he's son is an illustrious actor, it wasn't hard to access that amount of information. But how'd it get in my room? Right next to my alarm clock? That Rose~ Anne girl had plenty to explain tomorrow.

  My head started to spin again, I felt sick to my stomach, None of it was real, this was probably Albert's doing, but I didn't think Albert had a bone for pranks, and as personal as this? It just didn't make any sense, and blame this on Dad I didn't even want to go there. I thought about all of that, how'd Dad feel if he knew I was taking a gift from his Dad, a thought of crossed my mind and probably hurt too, but most of all he would be even angrier at me. As if I'd take anything from him, he never once thought of giving Dad anything- I mean and now he was presenting to me a gift? What kind of deranged being does that?

  I wondered if he'd believe me if I showed him this note and this creepy watch were a gift for me from his father.

  I wanted no share or mode of communication or connection in anything Grandpa Naijo had to offer, what Dad said was that he's Dad was dead to him the very second he walked out that door, all those years ago. And why would I come in between that? I was frazzled and most of all frustrated, all I wanted to do, was get rid of it, and out of all of that, I took out the watch and was about to toss it away, but right after I touched it, I felt this incredibly massive wave- this profound, intense electrifying force go from the tips of my fingers to the ends of my toes, an expressive igniting touch to my heart at last, I felt it's fingers internally spread eerie curses in me, fraying everywhere, and anywhere it presumably could, raking screechs in me, igniting every fine hair on my body, crisping them up while, rippling and taunting my tendons, drying my body up to a crisp, I felt, the strange sensation course through my bones like a tube of a piercing spear or blade being forced in, paralyzing my movements, destroying every single chill inside my being, striking my sight for a moment as well, blurring it up, in a facet of uneven figures and twisting motions, drifting and dragging my frame, rendering me powerless that I even fell backwards on my bed.

  The watch, itself started moving frantically, like it were possessed, I freaked out even more as it was still in my hand, with the little strength I had left I tossed it to the floor, but that was a terrible idea, because it instead caused more commotion, it began to slowly rise in mid air, whilst beginning to radiate this graying electric energy, glowing this misty murky hue, before it inversely began to get brighter and brighter, until I could no longer see it.

  Without I and it's contact my demeanor had shifted it's weight back to nearly normal, my sight coming back to me but it still had this scalding sensation curled in my hand, I held it against it's wrist twisting whilst coping with the crinkly feeling of being dazzled, I rotated my hand, using it slightly over my eyes to obscure the bright light that mirrored that of hundreds of light bulbs, regardless of my better judgment I continued to try to watch what was happening.

  It was astonishing, that it continued and could get, even further brighter, it brightened so much to a point, it seemed like a facsimile of the sun, that had taken over, the glow claimed the whole room, but it perceived as though it were unstable, because I felt a trembling aspect casting out of it, unsure, low even slight.

  Although it did feel like a supernova, the glow got to it's perhaps highest point of brightness, I wasn't even sure it could reach any more because I felt literally blind with all that light, it felt surreal, when I then heard my lights shoot out a sparking sounds before everything just exploded and my lights flickered off then on then off. The unadulterated gleamy light exploded out, with this dark thick mist everywhere, swaths of it mustered up into something that almost looked a shadowy tornado, that began swirling from my ceiling, to my floor.

  I didn't know if I had regained my sight or I was hallucinating from all the light or if I passed out somehow at some point but I felt myself backing more of recoiling away to my headboard, practically trying to dig myself inside of it to seek refuge, I stifled a sharp shriek, pondering hastily at my daft actions, what did I just do? What was all of this? Why didn't I just live it alone? Why was Grandpa's so called protect me gift doing all of this? I wondered if I'd tried to get out- probably run out of my room would it suck me in?

  Question after question flooded my terrified head. I gingerly watched, it picked up some of my things off my floor, spiralling them into different directions, ricocheting everywhere, the field was so terrifyingly strong that it broke open my balcony doors, in a huge rigorous motion, I slowly began to notice, how my room started to freeze up, the swirling seemed to be stiffening the place as it galed out this wintry cold air, like a smoke of tiny ice glaciers spreading through out the room like some malicious plague.

  I saw snow flakes blench out of the thick dark mist, that precipitated shattered shadows of it's own, of deformed structures eating up my room with it's shitty existence, my room's temperature had dropped quicker, almost like we were back in winter and I was tossed outside to bare with it's weather.RAs if on instinct, I wrapped my arm around my frame, with the other shielding my forehead fretting if any objects were going to be sucked up and reversedly thrown back on me, entralling my line of sight still focused ahead of me, I squinted my eyes as I could still see a glow, but it appeared more soft, insidious, and for some reason I felt like it was living, an odd old living strand.

  The alive thread was warred in a humming glow of soft light at its center, it was although hard to clarify just what it was, but I swore I felt this eerie connection draw between myself and what was there, like a thread- like a cord bridge connection, I didn't know, but I felt like I almost knew exactly what it was, and for that reason it terrified me.

  I felt my vision blurry up again with it as it seemed to deteriorate suddenly, hazily minimizing itself, summoning it all, back into the watch. It sparked dim light, right before I saw the last light bloom, I saw one of the distorted shadows take a strange form that, in a heartbeat leaped out of the watch, and climbed to my lights.

  Then they was darkness.