Flash of The Moment

Chapter 1

"Well mom, here I am again. Another year, in this park that I've slowly come to detest because you're not here."And like always the wind just blew, the trees just swayed, and the crickets continued to chirp. You'd think I'd be used to never getting a response anymore. That after 14 years of talking to the stars, every night id just give up because I never got an answer. However I just can't help it. I just need to be as close to my mother as possible.
"I got a job today mom. Coffee shop, how typical right? I know I know. Be thankful for all God's gifts. I am thankful for the job, it's just I don't know where I'm gonna end up. Singing in this town doesn't really pick up for someone like me. I'm too awkward and shy to even speak to people. Remember when our family get together of 1998 was at Uncle Ricardo and Aunty Felicia? I froze up and eventually sang the wrong words to the right beat." It was a hot mess. I was supposed to sing Twinkle Twinkle and sang Old McDonald to that tune instead. Imagine "With a oink oink here I wonder what you are and an oink oink there" I was soo embarrassed I never sang infront of people ever again. Everyone thought its was adorable while I wanted to go and eat my crayons and hope I died a colorful death. They still have it on tape for when they feel down. I'm now a cure for depression. In spite of all that I still wanted to be a singer. It was always my passion. I still sing to myself and write my own songs but it never took off...at least not yet.
"Maybe I'll be able to convince my new boss to have talent nights. They already have karaoke but I mean, like a night where people can come out and showcase their talent. Playing an instrument or dance, anything!!" I shouted at the top of my lungs feeling them expand. I sighed. I was getting excited over something that might possibly never happen. And I had no one to share it with but my mom. I lay back in the grass, feeling it tickle my exposed skin on my lower back as my shirt rode up a little. It was my mom's favorite tank top. It was green with a single rose painted on the front. It didn't seem like much but it was priceless to me. She painted that rose and ever since her death I wore it on her birthday. Actually I'd wear it all the time. When I was sad, when I was lonely, when I was depressed, when it was her birthday, when it was the anniversary of her death, sometimes at night when I couldn't sleep and sometimes for no reason at all. It was like she was always hugging me, keeping me close when I wore that shirt. It made me smile just thinking of how we had hugging wars. We'd chase each other around the house and hug each other as hard as possible. We never knew who won the fights. Then again, I'm pretty sure that's what my mom used to say so I didn't feel terrible about my obvious lack of upper body strength which I still have now. You'd think for a nature lover I love being fit and stuff. Well I don't. I hardly exercise and I'm not saying I'm fat...not that there's anything wrong with ughhh. Let me start over. I'm naturally slim. My metabolic rate is really high so I hardly ever put any weight on, which is actually not as glamorous as you might think.
"Mom, remember when I found my first caterpillar here?" I asked playing with a blade of grass. It was huge and green and I thought it was the most disgusting thing I'd ever seen and stepped on it. You must think I'm mad. Killing a caterpillar when I'm supposed to be a nature lover well I thought it was disgusting at that time. All my mother did was laugh and tell me eventually I'll be able to see the beauty in things that might not come off as beautiful at first. True to her word I've come to appreciate most things people find disgusting. She was always right and that's another thing I missed about her.
"I wish you were coming home, even if I only get to touch you one last time" I whispered feeling my throat close up from the impending tears I wanted to release.
"It really is a beautiful night,but I should be heading back, there's a storm coming and I don't wanna get stuck out in the rain at this time." I said getting up and dusting off my jeans. I put back on my boots and turned to leave but stopped.
"Mom. Just know that I know you're always here for me and I'll forever be thankful. You were the one I could always depend on because you are that amazing a person. I love you mom and will somehow make sense of all this. Somehow. Happy Birthday mamma."The thunder rolled and that jumped me out my skin. I started to head quickly back to my little rented car. The rain began to fall and much to my dismay due to my clumsiness I just happened to drop face first into the ground in my rush to leave. Just perfect I thought as I started to make moves to get up, only I slipped and fell again. Remind me why I'm a lover of all things dealing with nature? I was finally able to get onto my back and as I was making my way to standing up I saw this huge orange and yellow strike move across the sky. I'd never seen anything like it. It was so beautiful. Then it began to get less beautiful and more terrifying when I realized it has heading straight for me. I slipped and fell a few times but I managed to run and run until BAM!! Straight into my back I feel this zinging spreading throughout my body. The last thing I remember before I blacked out was telling myself " So this is what I get for killing that caterpillar."
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Beep.beep.beep.beep. beep.beep.beep.
That noise. Turn it off. It's annoying my soul.
My eyes!! Why aren't they opening?? Someone help me open my eyes? Am I blind?? What happened?? Where am I?
Beep.beep.beep.beep.beep.beep beep.
I tried opening my eyes again and finally after what felt like ages they opened.They slowly readjusted to my surroundings and no shocker there but I find myself in a hospital. The white walls and the smell of sanitizer was strong. I had on one of those ridiculous hospital dresses and was in a bed by a window overlooking the busy street below. Why was I here? I don't remember anything from last night. Just then a nurse walked in. She didn't seem to notice I was awake and so she walked right past me and opened the blinds further letting the sunlight burn my already sensitive eyes. I screamed out in pain I shot out my hand to cover my eyes but what happened next I would never be able to comprehend.
A ball of fire shot out of my hand and hit the nurse on her shoulder. I screamed again and this time the nurse joined me. She looked at me with horror staining her face and she ran out probably going to a priest. I was so confused. Did I seriously just shoot a fireball out of my hand?? I heard shouting outside my room but I wasn't going to stick around to find out what happens next. I pulled the drips out which now that I'm looking back at it probably wasn't the greatest idea. Anyways, I ran to the window and looked down. Just below where I was, there was a busy street I can't remember the name of and just beyond it was the river that ran through the city. If I could make it there from here that would be great. I'd just swim to the other side and disappear. Look at me, one minute I'm lying in a bed in a hospital and the next I'm acting all 007. I open the window just as the door burst open and hospital security is there guns aimed and the nurse is shouting at me to get back in the room. Let's see: jump out the window and hope I land on something which isn't the ground to get to the river or stay here and get shot by scared security guards while a nurse yells at me. Hmmmm I'll take my chances and with that I jumped. At first I was calm which was surprising but then I realised I was getting closer to ground rather rapidly and started pointing my hand at the ground below me because when I jumped I hadn't realised I was going to land in the road and not the river. Just perfect. So I shot my hand out and nothing happened. I did it repeatedly my fear started to rise and rise. I was about to hit the pavement when it happens again. Fire shot out and I landed on top of bus. With the impact I rolled straight off hitting the ground hard enough to twist my ankle though. Horns were blaring, people screaming and shouting and there I was, looking like a deranged killer in my hospital gown with my hair flying wildly about me some sticking to my face and I'm running towards the river like my life depends on it. I have to get away from here but to where I had no idea. I push past people as I limp-run to the edge of the road. I get to the edge and now people are screaming even harder. This is it. I go to jump but something hits me fast as my feet leave the edge of the cement. I hit my head on the way down. Just great concussion number two and I'm about to hit water.