Chapter One

As I sat alongside the riverbed, I gazed into the water. Watching the ripples it made and the reflection of the sky it cast. I turned my head up to look at the sky. The moon was full and there wasn’t a cloud in my line of sight, the stars twinkled above me, as if trying to reach out and touch me, talk to me, comfort me in my state of loneliness.

I lay down on the grass where I was previously sitting. I stared up at the sky. No matter how much I wanted to believe it, the stars weren’t going to help me, not one bit. No one was going to help me, not when I needed it. That’s how it always is, when you don’t want something, it won’t leave you alone. But if you want something, you can never find it and it is almost as if it never even existed.

Earlier this week, I had awoken in a hospital bed in the emergency room. The only thing I could remember before that was that my parents and I were riding on a bus toward the train station. From there we were going to take the train to our lake house for spring vacation. It was raining out. The bus driver lost control of the bus on the slippery rode and crashed into a building. The doctors told me I was the only survivor on the bus. When they said that, only one thing came to my mind, only one thought that was far greater, that was above all else: My parents had left me.

I was alone now. I had no other relatives, at least, none that would take me in. My parents had been shunned from the rest of their families, and so was I. I wouldn’t have been surprised if they didn’t even know I existed. I was all alone in the world. Just this morning was their funeral. Ever since the crash, I had gotten no sleep at all, every minute of my wake was spent with tissues and blankets, trying to ease my sobs. Until just tonight, when they had run out, when I was no longer able to shed a tear.

I had dark circles under my eyes from my lack of sleep. The doctors called it Insomnia, and said that I should overcome it with time. What I hated the most out of everything was the sympathy, the fake kind words, everyone trying to tell me it was okay, things were going to be okay, everything was going to be fine.

I had purposely been trying to hide from everyone, confine myself from the rest of the world and live in solitude, all by myself.

As I lay on my back, I felt all kinds of emotions build up in me. I felt the need to scream, to complain, to ask myself: How did this happen, to cry even though no tears would be produced, to yell, to shout, to stomp on the ground, to kick and punch until my limbs were sore. I wanted to lash out at everything around me. For what everyone was trying to tell me was all a lie, and I knew it.

I didn’t need sympathy, I didn’t need kind words. I didn’t need people I didn’t know hugging me and saying everything would be alright. Nothing was going to be alright. Nothing was going to turn out fine. There was no silver lining in this thunderstorm-like cloud. A cloud that would burst at any moment, letting all its contents spread as far as they could.

As I watched the stars dance and the moon sing to the stars, I spoke my first words I had spoken for some time now, “You were never on my side, were you? Do you hate me? What have I done to deserve all that you have thrashed my way? What punishment is this for? What was the cause of this consequence? What could have been so great for you to have frowned upon me so? Do you enjoy watching me break? Do you find it amusing seeing me cry? This is your entire fault, and you know it. You could have done something to stop this whole mess. My parents were always faithful, religious, kind, trustworthy, loyal, what could they have done to deserve this?” It was barely above a whisper. It was as if I were crying without tears, crying up to the heavens.

I then got up the anger, guilt, and regret to shout, not caring if anyone heard or woke up from my raucous, “What did I do to deserve this?! What crime have I committed?! You took away those which I love! Yet you spared me so that I could feel this remorse, this anger, this unbearable sadness! You make me want to hurt something, even myself! How could you do this to me?!”

I slowly calmed down and quieted to my original tone, slightly above a whisper, “But then again, you never were on my side. Luck was never on my side. It always turned its back on me when I needed it the most, and this time was no exception. When you knew I hadn’t studied, you made the teacher of my class the next day throw a pop quiz. When you knew I was born, you still didn’t let my relatives know I was alive, did you? If they knew maybe I wouldn’t be alone right now. But that wouldn’t be like you, you wouldn’t be so out of character to do something like that. No, you wouldn’t actually be on my side for once.”

I quieted and closed my eyes, listening to my echoes that I had caused fade away. To my knowledge, I was talking to the heavens, and only the heavens, even though I knew they couldn’t hear me. I thought no one had heard me. Little did I know, my one-sided conversation with the sky reached a set of ears of an unknown person.

I heard noise behind me on the grass. I quickly shot up to a sitting position and looked behind me. Nothing. Nothing was there. I thought it was my imagination or the rustling of the wind that had just now begun to pick up. I silently sighed and rose to my feet. A single tear slipped down from my right eye to my right cheek. It fell to my chin and dropped to the ground. The last tear I would shed for now, the tear I didn’t know I still had. I guessed my body had been saving if for my outburst, my last out loud speaking of this I thought I would ever give.

I slowly climbed up the grassy hill toward the street. Once I got to the street, I saw no cars on the street or a sign of any other living thing. They were all safely tucked in their homes, resting. Safely. I started to hate that word as of late.

I looked around at my surroundings, there were no houses near by for on the other side of the river was a forest that held many wild animals. I was never afraid of them though, when I first came to the river, I had actually been hoping that one would come and find me. Then I’d have a chance to return to my parents. But of course, luck wouldn’t grant me that wish. I started to walk slowly back home, if you could even call it that anymore. Now it was more like a shelter, a building, something where I could stay until someone found out and had me moved. Probably to an orphanage or into foster care.

I stopped suddenly and turned around, giving one final look at the forest for the night. I couldn’t see what lied beyond the trees though, for the night’s darkness had shaded them from my view. Blue eyes met my brown ones though I couldn’t see them. Thinking no one was there, I turned back around and continued walking. The set of blue eyes watched my retreating form until it was no more, the owner of those eyes lost in a deep thought about how the night had played out. No doubt startled, curious, and intrigued by my sudden outburst. Weird or crazy didn’t even come into the owner’s mind, for they knew I had a good reason to speak like that to the heavens.

Hey there, I know it's not the longest chapter in the world, but you'll survive. I got the second chapter up right now, so at least you get to for the price of one. I have no clue when I started this story but I do know that it was a while ago. As in a few seasons. I wrote two chapters this style and I'll try to write the third chapter this style, but it might be a little hard. So bare with me. I like the style I used to write this chapter and chapter two. By the way, you'll find out later on why this is fantasy. And you'll also find out later on why this is called Jinx, but until then, love ya and please review.