Calvin's Destiny

Loyalty Over Royalty

 Woke up to my cat purring on the bed next to mine while I had my head resting on my half torn pillow. I have extraordinary sense of hearing and can literally hear my cat purring from the other corner of the house. Grabbed my cat, Calvin, and lifted him above my head for him to do his little routine jump onto my overgrown messy hair and go watch myself in the mirror as makes himself comfortable on my head. My little cat hat. I found him down the street a couple of weeks ago, he wasn't a stray,  just kicked out by his first owners. It was so harsh to my sight, especially when you can guess that he was probably been taken away from his own family and is now kicked by the ones who adopted him. His broken belt buckle was stuck down the street gutter and I happened to be his rescuer. I felt bad and took the poor thing house. It was a peaceful stormy evening , it wasn't raining but I kept noticing the shades of the sky turning darker by the minute. I had a feeling the cat felt uneasy as it got darker and I won't lie but I'm pretty much sure we both felt the same time. We barely managed to get home before it started raining outside. I gave this little guy some tortillas that was left from my breakfast which was also going to be my lunch and some hot milk to let him know that I won't hurt him. I was fine with everything because this cat was most likely watching a miracle happen and me being the person who performed it made me feel much better than anything I've accomplished had ever  made me feel. I softly took off his collar which earlier read as Nivlac. I had a feeling something was wrong. At first sight it just felt like the family who owned him first was Russian because the name just sounded like it. But then I figured that whoever the person is who made this Collar name had taken down the name wrong or something. His name was just Calvin. I wondered if his family always called him Nivlac or Calvin. Either way, I was not going to decide on a new name and instead agreed on Calvin cause why not? He looked just like me, tired, dry, messy, unloved, dirty, unstable and homeless. It is true that I live in my own house, but I figured that you can always feel homeless in your own house.

My house isn't big, more like it is smaller than the average house. I have two rooms, one of it I use as my store room and a kitchen adjoined to the living room. Calvin sleeps with me in my bedroom ( it was only a few weeks ago I figured cats are more loyal then humans). It has occurred to me that since the arrival of Calvin I've started seeing signs. They never really made sense to me because none of those signs were classified as either a good sign or a bad one inside my brain. Just signs, that looked like myself. Existing but has no affect on anything, makes no difference in anything. Maybe the signs were to show me that? To show me the life I've led so far is pointless or meaningless or both? To show me that I've made no difference? I thought so. I never really had any best friends since childhood and I never needed one either, I was alone by choice. I was living alone since I was 6 years old because my parents have been working abroad. They died in a ship sink when I was only 12. Tragic as it seems but I just called it reality and let the grief pass with time. They were pretty popular Zoologists and they have been traveling this whole wide world exploring and discovering either new species or saving them as they used to mention. But in my opinion, all I saw is innocent rare creatures getting caged and their freedom and personal space taken away from them. They probably explored every country on this planet except they never discovered what they lacked themselves which was the parental care I needed and I was desperate for. I just thought they deserved that tragic accident in their life for what they have been doing for a long time. I never show them display any affection towards the animals they capture when they broadcasted them through the television and from youtube. They were savage animals who never knew the extent of their own savage behavior . They spent every minute together and made sure I was kept out of it. I got used to it later on and decided to not to show any interest in them. It's like when you are in a party but but you are not really in the party, you are there just for sake of the participation and pleasing the crowd by your presence which is disgusting. I felt the same in my occasion too. The last time I met my parents were at my sister's marriage at Finland. I was convinced it was a complete waste of time because I had no interest in seeing my parents that close to me, it was a huge waste of time to fly away from California to Finland, I could have learned a new skateboard move and also I knew from the first sight that the guy who is going to be my bother in law was gonna hurt my sister. I could see the hunger for soul energy in his eyes, glittering like a vampire's who is in thirst for blood and is going insane. I felt completely alone when I figured out that  company will not cure every loneliness. What is the use of company if it can't even cure this mere feeling of emptiness. I never sobbed during the gathering of my parents' funeral. I could not see a body because they divers never found the bodies. I mean who could actually find a few bodies that is probably lying on the bed of the pacific ocean. The gathering went perfectly well except for one major fact that my sister Melanie didn't attend it. I missed her because she was the only person I actually loved and who actually loved me back too. I never got to see her after the marriage and my neighbors tried to convince that she had gone missing in her home town of Yorkshire. Maybe it was true because after all I had no contact since her marriage but she still is the only person I felt happy with. And she was the only person who deserved my love cause I still remember her taking care of me when our parents were doing all their so called prioritized work which are more important than their own children. It was after around 4 weeks since the gathering that I got a phone call from a YPD officer who mentioned that my sister had been found dead on her bathroom and the cause is still unknown. I grieved for months and it took more than two months for them to mail the report on what had happened and it still had unclear information and her cause of death was set to ' under investigation '. Weeks turned into months and 7 of them passed. I never heard back from the YPD or my sisters lawyers and so on I decided to fly to Yorkshire. I searched for her home address and found it down the corner of the 83rd avenue. I saw a recently refurbished house with a advertisement on the front porch saying ' For sale '. I was anxious and knew that something is not right because the documents said the the house is now under my name of ownership. I knocked on the door of the house to the left of the street and a short guy with curly brown hair appeared. I asked him what happened to Mrs. Melanie next door and he made a frowned face and said, ' The chick and her guy put up the house on sale and probably left to Miami or Florida because their pockets started getting heavy after winning the raffle '. I thanked him for the details while he took a second suspicious look at me and said ' your welcome '. I had a feeling I shouldn't chase the matter further. Because now my sister is not dead and she is probably living her best life out in the outskirts of America and all my relatives think she is dead. I already accepted my fate cause I knew since a young age, if I don't have my parents' genes then it should definitely be my sister and oh well the generational demon is now possessing her.  So she had formed fraudulent documents in order to deceive me and all other relatives and those actions were completely within my range of expectancy. Something that would be out of my range is her time traveling or anyone else. Now that she is dead to me so I considered going back to the usual.The same night I took a flight back to California, back to where I feel safe from all the outside conflict although It is mandatory to carry this internal conflict wherever I go.I'm not rich, but my parents were. They had mansions in America and Cottages in Finland and New Zealand. I'm living in my grandparents' house and there are three more houses, one in Arizona, the other in New York and the biggest out of them all is in New Jersey. What is more overwhelming is that their accounts were stashed with millions of Dollars and now all of them will be transferred to my account in the time period of week starting from tomorrow.