Fire and Ice

Chapter 1- Prologue

In all my 7 years of living on this waste ridden planet we call Earth, I have discovered at the mere age of seven, I have absolutely no meaning in life. I’m a nobody, just an empty void that’s filling this world.

Why was I born….why must I suffer when everyone apparently and obviously doesn’t give a damn about me. Excuse the language. But that’s not the real reason why I hate my life. My life was important and actually meant something before it happened…

Flashback

It was about two years ago when it happened. I was swinging on my swing set in the backyard.

Hmm…I wonder if Ms. Parmalee wants some company. A slight breeze hit my face, brushing back some stray hairs. My eyes looked up to see the sky the darkest I had ever seen it. It was…beautiful. It was captivating like the alluring methods of a woman.

I jumped off the swing to settle on the ground with an oomph. I slightly winced but brushed it off quickly. I was so mesmerized with the way the cloud were forming and the way the sky kept getting darker and darker that I didn’t realize someone was pulling me. I snapped out of my wonderful reverie to see a petite figure looming over me. I glared at her.

“Don’t give me that look.” my mother scolded angrily. “I was calling your dumb ass for at least a hundred times. Don’t you even have the decency to answer me…no wait of course you don’t.”

“I didn’t hear you.” I answered flatly, my mind reeling back to the lovely site of the sky.

“How could you not have heard me?!” Tapping her foot in an impatient manner. Frankly, I could care less if she was getting annoyed with me.

“I was day dreaming.” I replied with a I could care less shrug.

“I swear one of these days…this daydreaming of yours is going to get you in serious trouble. And I for one will not care if you do.” she remarked, her eyes glaring at me before roughly grabbing my wrists and taking me to the basement.

“Why are we in the basement?”

“Didn’t you hear? A severe storm is going to hit and I wanted everyone to be safe” she replied, smoothing her shirt down.

My mother could be a comedian if she wanted. The way she could make up such lies to please people around her would definitely be comedian material or maybe telemarketer material. But my mother would never sink so low to even think twice about those jobs. After all, she was an actress. Why would she want to take those job when already she was too picture perfect with her shoulder length copper hair, creamy ivory skin, hourglass figure and light blue eyes.

She was the envy of all 40 something year old women who tried so hard to look young. She was the fantasy all men dreamed about. She was the model that every star wanted to be. But she would never be a mother in my eyes…she only loved one of her children and that certainly wasn’t me. I really have no idea why she doesn’t like me. I never did anything wrong. I was a good kid. What did I do to deserve such coldness and uncaring ness…

“Oh damn it where is T.J at?!” she yelled frantically. I knew she would be worried about T.J. Oh of course. It was to be expected.

No, I don’t have some deep resentment for my older brother. He was the only one to actually worry and care and possibly love me besides my father. T.J was one to be called a player, I believe that’s the word, for the number of girls he brought over. I never understood why he brought such scantily clad girls over and why exactly there were so many girls over in the first place.

Maybe for his looks…short brownish black hair and navy blue eyes. As mother put it, he was a spitting image of his father. Possibly another reason might be is that he was on his high school football team. Lead player and everything. Well respected too. That’s probably why mother loved him the best…I could feel it in my O negative blood that coursed through my veins.

She bought him everything and anything he could ever want or need. I mean we were rich but when it always came to me, she would have a nervous breakdown over me wanting a simple toy or action figure.

Her eyes welled up with tears, ruining her mascara. “I want my beloved T.J here. I’m so worried that I want to puke!” She kept looking at the door as if T.J would magically appear. Her breathing started to become labored and her body started shaking.

“Mother” I asked worriedly. I usually never get worried. “Are you alright?”

She suddenly stopped shaking and stiffened up. It was almost scary to an extent. Her body turned slowly towards me, light blue eyes filled with anger. “Am I alright? Am I alright?! Does it fucking look like I’m alright! T.J is out there and I have no idea where he is and you ask if I’m alright, I ought to fucking kill you. You have ruined my life and T.J’s. I should have chose abortion when I had the chance. I never should have been so stupid. I really wish you weren’t born. You don’t belong here or to me. You should go rot in hell with that ass of father of yours cuz I never want to see you again!” With that said, she ran up the steps without a look back.

I fell to my knees in a fit of sadness and hurt Hot tears rapidly ran down my face.. No! Don’t cry you idiot! Daddy wouldn’t have wanted it. I’m supposed to be Daddy’s little trooper not a crybaby!

I couldn’t hold back the tears, I kept locked in for so long, from pouring out.

After a moment or two, my crying died down. A few sob here and there but overall I was done. My bloodshot eyes stared at the open door that led to the outside.

I almost knew that I would never see my family again and maybe just maybe I didn’t care if I didn’t…

End