The Butterfly Holograms

🌼 Chapter One 🌼

     Harrison, that's what I was named by my non-existing parents. They left me at the age of three. I blame them for the health issues I have to deal with now.

    But what is strange is that I can see things that nobody else can. I can see butterfly holograms depicting a person's personal profile. Like their family tree (a small one), their personality, academic rates, sexuality, birthday, and deepest secrets.

    Nana (my grandma) was the one my parents left me with. She hates my guts. She blames me for both of my father's and mother's disappearance. She would yell/lecture me on being the perfect man. She wanted me to be my father. Nana hits me when I mess up. Nana would say that this or that is the reason I was left behind.

    Nana threatens to abandon me every day. I shy away from the attention I receive, because Nana drilled into my head that I was to be seen, not heard or focused on. I was a shy, quiet kid. I am really smart and closed off, but a huge people pleaser. My life changed when Nana forced me to pack a bag.

    I was dragged into her car. I started to tremble from the fear. “You're going to stay at a boarding school. There is a great childhood friend of mine whose son runs this place. You'll be able to live with him and five other boys. I don't want to hear a word out of your mouth. Understand, brat?” Nana said.

    I only nodded watching the flashing of the butterfly holograms go by. We pulled up to a small house. It looks okay. A tall muscular man walked up to the car. I watched his hologram flicker and dulled. I stared in confusion as it disappeared. Nana forced me out of the car with my stuff.