Humus

Prologue

            Everything happened so fast, I could not think straight.

            Around me, I saw people falling on the cold ground, something to be grateful for with that explosion, no yells or curses could be heard from anyone. I was stunned to the point of seeing everything in slow motion.

            How did I end on this place?

            Why I didn't take better advantage of time?

            In those moments I behaved "right" believing that things wouldn’t change.

            Laughs, tears, worries thrown to the wind, and forgotten by my present. Promises that I will not fulfilled and people that I will never see again.

            I closed my eyes tightly; on that time I thought everything was horrible ... What an idiot!

            That’s why people say that we can’t predict our future, but even if I had ... Would it have been different?

            Maybe... I would never be sure about it, after all, life was ephemeral.

            When I opened my eyes again I saw my room, lying in bed, I was waiting for the moment to leave. I would move to The Evergreen Institute, which was really far from my home, it has dorms for the same reason. I took a few other things and my books.

            My younger sister implored, almost begging, to my father for us to go to the Institute and he accepted, very reluctantly but he did, in the eighteen years that I have on that family, I had never seen Kalliste so insistent with something, not to say annoying. And I wasn’t really exiting.

            After my sister persuaded him, I had to desist, in our house nobody says "No" to Joseph Burnechelli.

            Businessman and head of the family, Joseph Burnechelli made ​​millions with his late wife Elizabeth Valdivieso, making our name became one of the most recognized in terms of business, and our house a badge of prestige in Vermont.

            My mother died four years ago of leukemia. My older brother went to pursue his studies outside the country because of the constant arguments with my father, so a little calm could come back to our house that seemed like hell, considering that Joseph paid to all personal tutors and that we never went out of home, those fights were more disturbing. My father's behavior had changed drastically, like all of us.

            I am the youngest between Cameron and me. The usual twins are always connected and there are some who create their own language, that was not different between my brother and I, but almost everything got lost after he left. My brother, though it hurt to admit it, became a stranger to me...

            I sat on the bed and saw the room carefully; I was going to miss it, it was my shelter for many years and especially in difficult times. My books, those who helped me get out of reality for moments. I wish I could take them but they were so many that probably I will pile them up on my bed and ended sleeping on the floor.

            I heard the sound of the door and saw the housekeeper who had being here since my childhood.

–Little Eva...

–Tell me Nana Rosa.

–It's time, the car is waiting.

–Thanks, I’ll be there in a moment –she locked the door and left me on my silent again.

            I got out of bed, grabbed my iPod and my favorite book, I breathed for the last time the ancient scent of my room, would be a while before I could feel it again. I opened the door and I went to the stairs. When I was going down I saw the great hall which had witnessed the childhood of my brothers and mine. Next to the door, Kalliste was humming a song.

–Come quick!

–I’m coming...

–Of course, we have to wait for the lady of the house ... –the tone in which my younger brother said that made me got angry.

            He left the hall and went to the car, which was waiting, while Kalliste had a sad look, I came closer to her and placed a hand on her shoulder smiling, she nodded and went out of the place, but not before take a sight of the house for the last time. Although I felt a certain calm to leave, because troubles wouldn´t be much from now, I also felt sad.

             I got into the car and looked at the landscape, I deleted all the prejudices of my mind, I had to be open to changes, and perhaps something new would be good.

            What I didn’t know then was that my life would change three hundred and sixty degrees, for better, for worse, who knows, I just know that I lost more than I won. Although in one of those victories found what I needed for years, the question is then: How much would last? Or who would make sure that it wouldn’t last?

            Time? I don’t think so. The time I had, despite the fact that it wasn’t enough, was perfect.

            Insecurity. Half the things I lost were because of that, or implement it in myself.

            Destiny.  It may be the answer. I think that even if we change the way of doing things, destiny will not...

            "Same as the death" Exactly

            But back then I did not know, and it would be a hard lesson that cost me to learn, after all humans are destined to change, but the way we adapt to them is the thing.