Kazimir Seasons

PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE

2 years ago

I'm a man of many mistakes but this is my greatest mistake. This is a mistake I can repeat for a lifetime if it brought me back here.

Here in this coma with her soft voice, a voice that taught me how to fight to survive for her Summer my Summer.

My season changes but Summer stays. Summer is my air on the cool August nights. Summer is my smoke breath in the winter storm. Summer is my air in the early morning fall. She's the raindrops in the early spring in the April afternoon.

My summer Falls. A season I can keep forever.

Ten days before

"Fuck" I hissed when I realized someone broke into my server. Hacking into my server was something I didn't take lightly. I wasn't a stupid person.

My intelligence came to me young. My father had a dream that he never wanted me to abate.

I will never abdicate my obligation of being the smartest person in the room.

I came off as abstruse to some people. I mean I never really fit in with others. Growing up with Autism Spectrum Disorder which used to go by Asperger's syndrome meant I was an outcast.

My parents thought I was sick in the head because I didn't understand people. I never really understood emotions.

"Fuck he looks ugly as fuck," I said looking at the dead body as I put my phone in my pocket.

"He's fucking dead bro," Zayn my younger brother said looking at me as if I was crazy.

He sighed and shook his head "he's our fucking cousin show some type of empathy?" He said walking away from the rooftop.

"What I'm sorry but I'm not about to lie he's dead and he looks ugly. I'm just telling the truth." I throw my hands in the air as I look at Hank.

Maybe if he put down the burgers he had every day we would look better. And the meat and the unhealthy drink choices and unhealthy candy.

Who the fuck hacked into my server? Hank, what were you doing out here? I'm going to kill anyone that even had anything to do with your death.

Maybe now in heaven, you have burgers and fries. Who am I lying to you going to hell Hank you did my dirty work.

Were my eyes deceiving me or did I just see a red dot?

Before I can even think for a second I feel the heat coming to my body as everything goes silent. I'm hit. I knew it.

It's where you hear the gunshots to know if you hit or not. I feel my concession losing me as things start to get blurry.

"Kaz, Kaz stay down," my younger brother yells as he shoots back. I drop on the floor as the repeated bullet empties his clip.

It's a fucking snipper. On a whole different building. As the bullet stops my brother rushes over to me as pulls my body back into the building.

"I think you've been shot," Max yells as I wrap an arm around his neck for support.

"You think? You're so simple-minded. What do you think? As if the evidence isn't presented right in front of you," I roll my eyes as I feel dizziness.

"Thank you for using other words and just a simple word to tell me I'm stupid," he said annoyed.

"Who the fuck took those shots?" Was this man stupid who the fuck are we related to.

"Let me put this in words you can understand, the fucking smart ass who shot Hank. He or they you never know might be a woman, who knows who will be up there to find Hank's body." I said as my hand pressed my wound to stop the bleeding.

2week later.

"Good morning Mr., hmmm that's weird you don't have a name, it must be really important for you not to have a name on a patient's file." An unknown voice said.

"I'm going to call you Mr.important... it doesn't matter what I call you I guess since you're in a coma." The voice was sweet and lovely.

The voice held anger under the surface or was it pain?

"I'm your new nurse Ms.Falls I'm going to make sure you get the best care I promise you, I mean I owe you that much since nobody comes to visit you." She said as his voice got lower

What is she talking about my unintelligent brother who comes here all the time to tell me about his new girlfriend?

Ms.Fall? Who are you? You don't sound happy are you not happy? Who isn't making you happy? Why the fuck do I care?

"Good morning Mr.important."

"Good night Mr.important."

"Good afternoon Mr.important."

"Have a nice weekend Mr.important, keep fighting not just for yourself but for others whoever they are."

"I'm back Mr.important, I hope you had a nice weekend. I'm checking your vitals."

"Goodnight Mr.important."

"Your vitals are low today, keep fighting you got this."

"Goodnight Mr.important."

I heard that voice for the next seven months as I was in a coma. But then the voice disappeared and it never came back to wish me good morning.

I woke up from a coma with a room full of different origami. Each day se came to work to check on me she always made an origami.

I'll find you Ms.Fall trust me I'm important in your story.