“And~... Another one bites the dust!” My sister screamed from beside me.
“Really who?” I asked, concerned for the poor person.
“Just some old man who got pushed outside of the convenience store.” She answered.
“Oh…” Was all I could mutter out.
“Hey Mom, when will the rain finally stop?” I shout back, not knowing where she stands.
“Well, your father says testing will be finished soon, and the safe havens are all in place.” She responds.
“So, when will we be leaving?” Nadria, my sister, asks with impatience in her voice.
“About one more week now Nadria.” My mother claims, “Now Adrian dear, come here and eat.”
“Ok…” I whisper.
I slowly rise from my seat and wobble but manage to stand. I bend down and feel the air in front of me to see if I’m anywhere near the coffee table. It was not so I cautiously continued to walk forward. I catch hold of the wall and use it as a crutch to navigate through the darkness. I feel Mom gently grasps my arm as a way to silently tell me to stop walking.
Mom pulls me along, but lightly enough so I can keep up. She leads me to the dining room table and helps me sit in a wooden chair. I listen as her footsteps grow distant the farther she walks away from me. I hear glass slide against a marble counter and her footsteps begin to grow louder. She slides the glass plate across the wooden table and sets a pair of silver were next to it.
I feel around and eventually feel the cold silver on my fingertips. I feel around a bit more to find I’m holding a fork, perfect. I lift it and poke around waiting to feel the tenderness of food on top of my plate. I quickly found it since my food is right in front of me. I lift the fork to my mouth and take a bite of the unknown food upon it.
Once I tasted it I figured out that it is chicken salad with ranch dressing. It is cold, but still good. I always like it when Mom cooks even if it is not my favorite dish. She’s always so nice to me…
I wish my parents would be nice to everyone else.
“Is everything alright sweetie?” Mom asks, putting a hand on my shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah, just thinking.” I trail off.
“Thinking about what sweetie?” Mom asks, squeezing my shoulder, knowing very well what my answer will be.
“Why is Dad doing this again?” I manage to squeak out.
“Ugh! Not this again!” Nadria whines.
“Hush Nadria,” Mom commands, “Adrain has more Empathy than the rest of us and you have to respect that.”
Mom releases my shoulder from her grasp causing me to look in the direction her arm came from.
“Now Adrian,” Mom starts, “Your father needs to do this for testing purposes. He needs to collect data about how people would react in situations like these. He knows it goes against your morals and it goes against the five rules of ethnic considerations, but this is what his job does,” She pauses, “Do you understand now sugar-bug?”
You always tell me the same thing! I understand this! These are the things I know! What I don’t get is why he wants this job and why this job exists? I thought to myself.
I can’t tell her this though, “Yeah I understand,” I answer as I continue to eat my cold salad.
“Good.” She chirps and kisses my forehead.
YOU ARE READING
My Dark and Stormy Night
Mystery / Thriller"Rain rain go away, come again some other day" A mysterious red rain falls upon the world, melting the flesh right off of people, sending everyone into hiding, fearing the terribly disfigured lurking outside. When one day, it suddenly stops after si...
