Fiberglass World

~Prolouge~

I looked down at my computer screen and the documents before me. What I was seeing couldn't, no, shouldn't be true. It was like a curse. And I was next. Garver stared at the brick lying on the ground in my room, his expression unreadable. I picked up the title to our house, reading through all of the transactions, owners, and history. Then my eyes stopped halfway through. I read the name over and over again: Irene Hernandez-Myers. The graceful, revered, and all-time favorite pie maker of those living in Tulsa, Oklahoma, in 1921. She was my mom's mother; she had given birth to her in 1978, miraculously in her 40's. I remember the stories my mom used to tell me when I was little. Grand spectacles of parties, pie, and friends.

"Wait." Garvers voice piecered through my thoughts like a bullet. "Look." He pointed at my computer screen, then at the paper I held. It was a very old news article, that I didn't even bother to read. Garver has always been the brains of us two. "This is a diner ad," he started, "And it sells the 'finest pie in Tulsa.'" he then pointed to the name of the owner. Isabela Hernandez. "That means..." I swallowed. "She changed her name in order to avoid your 'curse'" he said with accompanying air quotes. I stared at the woman holding a pie in the ad. It confused me slightly how her nose looked exactly like mine. And how, even though the paper was in black and white, I could still tell she had my cold brown eyes, that glossed over whenever we were upset. It was like I was looking at a picture of myself. I wonder what Mom would've thought of her.

Garver shut my computer screen and started gathering all the papers that cluttered my bed. I furrowed my eyebrows n confusion and frustration. "Go to sleep, Vi." Garver then gave me a flick on the forehead. I playfully swatted his hand away. "No," I started, only to be shushed by him. "You literally just got back from the hospital because you fell off a cliff. I don't want to hear another word." he said, the tone of his voice rising and falling the waves of a calm ocean. I couldn't help but deliver a soft smile. Garver shut off the light, and walked out of the room, taking my computer and the files with him. She my door shut with a click. I could hear him thanking my father fo letting him come over. I shut my eyes, still wearing a smile. Despite everything that has happened these past few weeks, I'm just happy I'm able to sleep. It soothes me, even if I do have a nightmare, I'll always have someone there to catch me. That is, until the curse finally creeps up with me, the last remaining female of Hernandez-Myers blood.