Now that I am older and my grandfather has returned from actually who knows where and I'm once again at my grandparents house, the modern cottage which I still consider it be in the middle of nowhere, my grandma beaming with joy as she tells me my grandfather is back, and that he wished to speak to me alone, as she ushers me in to the quite large living room, where he's sitting on a large rocking chair which he made himself, he look up and smiles, showing his full set of teeth,and the many wrinkled spitting his skin around his eyes, I could see his fading and patchy light brown hair and he's a tiny bit shorter than my grandma, but maybe because he slightly hunched, but he's always radiating with life, always having tales of adventures, telling stories he says are true and that he witnessed them for himself, he's always goofy and silly, makes every room he's in bright and full but my grandma loves him so, even though he always was a bit in the darker thoughts than him, his own also realistic views of the world and its lessons, they were how you would say perfectly imperfect, they would do many things together, and showed that they mean the world to each other, my parents weren't like that with each other, they didn't believe that but still cared for one another but I they are still together they made it work it show they did actually care but in different ways.
As he stood up and pulled me and hugged me tightly as a barely approached him, "why look at you you've grown up so much, obviously huh since I've been gone" I just shrugged and said I guess but I asked him what he wanted to talk to me about that it had to be alone he had a ponderous look and snapped his fingers " ah that's right, come" he led me around the side of the house where everything around it was dead while everything else was a lushes green and full of life but only on this spot where the double doors to the basement was I was honestly a bit worried he'll just open it and push me in heh,
he walked down the barely there stairs, creaking and crying with every step we took, once we reached the bottom of the stairs, glad he didn't push me in and leave me for dead, and well everything was so um how do you say like clear and bright for a basement and for the way the stairs were, but everything was organized, neat and not a dust particle in the air, just a little bit too clean for him but I don't really know him so I can't really say, now the room was quite big, on the right side was a a glass wall the door was also glass with a hold doorknob and inside was a bunch of medium sized cages big enough for a mule to fit and turn around but they were all covered in different colored sheets, the floor was just dirt compared to the light blue tile I'm standing on, I didn't ask what were behind there for I assumed it was just living stock sleeping or something, he saw me looking at them and grabbed my shoulders and led me to the other side of the room where he had several bookshelves all forming a small square or not a square more like a hook surrounding us, half way facing the glass wall he led me in and sat me down in a comfy yellow chair obscuring my view of the wall while he had a clear shot of it, while he sat in another big wooden rocking chair he obviously made himself but he had what looked like skulls on the tip of the arm rest I squinted to see if I was right and he just quickly covered him with his fist and clenched them, I swallowed and sat back waiting on him, but I looked around for a bit not much it was pretty plain room for what I can see from here only this and the room are the only thing here besides all the empty chairs littering the room in a small half circle in the middle when we entered, but now he startled be when he cleared his throat and "so did you know you look so much like your parents and your older siblings ?" I... I didn't have words but I questioned what I had siblings?!" " but I thought I was the only child ...?, how old were they? What happened? Why didn't they tell me ?! Is that true ?!"I searched his face for anything clue at all but nothing, he looked at my face he seemed to enjoy my confusion of this he tilted his head "yeah you had three older siblings, two older brothers and a sister about a few year older than you, and well something very tragic happened to them while at your age, it's a miracle your parents let you come especially now that I'm back, but it's a delight to have you you are just like them" I wanted to know more about what happened to them "but what exactly happened to them ??" He smiled like if it was such a memorable moment but he just brushed off my question, " I'm guessing your grandmother told you her thoughts of the world, yes ? Well her thoughts are quite wrong, the world is a much darker place then she tells you, you are aways alone, there's nobody to actually help you, you come into this world alone and leave it alone, our life is a journey to see if we can handle it alone to get to where we're actually supposed to be, you will never actually have true friends that help you out during your hard times, for they will all run away, the world is cruel its always been like this, for humans are the ones who tainted it in the first place, with their sins and destruction, and evilness, it used to be a pure place till we came along, the world will no longer stop for a child that crossed the street to get his ball and didn't see the car coming quickly, it will longer stop for the man that lost all to gambling, or for the woman that had a miscarriage or for the boy prepared to leave with the razor ready with a silent cry or the girl that is getting raped in the streets and calls out for help or the colored man getting beaten for something he didn't do or the child getting abused by his siblings or the dog that just got kicked out to the curve, or the men and woman who fought, or the children within some wars, the world will stop for no one like before, the people of this world will alway look for someone to step on, someone criticizes and judge when we are doing worse, someone to always hate, someone to use as a leverage, someone to always complain about the people are and will never be satisfied with what they have or get, they are their own evil, their own hatred, their own judgement, we are the worst evil to ever exist " I didn't know what to even think or say why would he brush off my question, but most importantly why would he not say anything but also I knew he was much darker in mind than my grandmother but I never knew by this much I don't know if her thoughts or his are the truth or if both are ...? But I'm guessing he asked me a question so I reply
" why" he looks at me in the eyes practically into my soul because I got horrid chills all over my body, I hope he couldn't read my thoughts, I'm sorta scared, " we are the worst evil to exist, for we created it and yet we are scared of our own creation, we created too much for ourselves to even handle and we reject it and call it a phobia, we are evil in disguise, we backstab people who are true, we aren't real with our true, we lie to hurt, and hurt to lie, we are the cheaters, the liars, the useless, the believers, the ones who have it all, we are all aren't who we say we are, we say we are good when we talk behind backs of others, we say we are honest but tell lies, we say we'll never do that and go ahead and do it, we say we'll never hurt you and you go on and do so, we ask questions but don't want the truth, we never ask for the real truth only our truth we want to hear, we hurt others just because, we kill, abuse hurt, lie, hate, judge just for that reason and it has no purpose, we also just don't care at all for others people will ignore the ones begging for food and yet complain that there's no one doing anything to help the them out, you see now a days the media distracts these days instead of informs, I've see it on my travels, only about people dating someone, how our candidates are fighting and are lying instead of saying how people need help, the animals are slowly dying, our water will soon be gone in some places, how people are struggling to pay bills, how people can't have pointless hatred towards others happiness just because they are unhappy, how religion is a major role in hated of some, how we won't save others when they are in danger in their own home country" he sighs and smiles sadly
"the most intelligent people will always suffer, for they know the actual colors of the world, while the ignorant will see the colors they want to see, I know this ain't precious and sweet, this is the ugly truth you don't know or want to hear " his words got more stern and more serious by the minute no trace of the goofy old man that was upstairs, he started to continue but we heard the double doors open and slam close and footsteps coming down, he glanced towards them and then looked at me " so how are your parents doing, still being a little bit of a sour patch in your watermelon ?" He asked me a bit too loudly and he went back to his hm "usual" self in two blinks, my grandmother comes in with tray of fresh biscuits and milk with a side of napkins she set it down and put out the plates for us and handed my a napkin which I kept nodding my head no " grandma I don't need it" but she forces in my hands " honey yes you do they are glazed with fresh honey it's going to get your hands sticky" and touches my hair and leaves, I get a biscuit and place the napkin on my lap folded but that's when I noticed black markings on it and looked up to see if he could see but he's looking at her go making sure she left, which he gets up to and walks to the bottom of the stairs to make sure, and I quickly flip and unfold the napkin and read it "you should come upstairs dear, remember what your mother said about him" I stare at it , now even more worried and I hear him coming back I quickly shove the napkin in my pocket and grab another one as he sits back down, he settles and I try to recall what my mother has said to me, I will keep my face straight and told him to continue while he was speaking I remember some things how she pulled me aside when I was younger before I actually met them " your grandparents aren't normal, your grandfather is quite off and since he is leaving to work it out he'll probably be worse but seem normal do you understand ?" I nod she tells me also " you have to stay within your grandmothers sight okay, always, never leave with him alone, never please remember this when you're older " I looked up at her confused but I nodded either way but then I think I remember her mumbling about not letting it happen again or not letting me come her with him here something though but as I have that in the back of my mind, focus on his words and I plan my excuse to leave but I'm getting anxious, so I make a go as I politely interrupted him "grandpa can I use the bathroom?, heh I think I drank to much milk" he stops and stares before speaking " oh yeah sure hon, the bathroom is just behind me, behind that short wall " which there was but it looked like those outdoor bathrooms, but no I had to get out, " I'm not using that I'm going to the one upstairs, it's much better " as soon as those works leave my mouth he looked annoyed and very stiff but soon put on a fake smile, " alright dear, but first come see our animals we have", he rushes over to where I am now standing and leads me to the glass door to the wall, when we enter oh the smell hits me, intense and nauseating smell of what decay, death and years of filth, I heard inhuman cries and I get terrified I can't think properly he leads me to a covered cage and he lifts it and it reveals nothing he opens it,still gripping me tightly and shoves me in and close the cage latch I scream "what are you doing ?! Please let me out !" He glanced at my and quietly said "because we need you all, well I do we need you here" " what !? that doesn't make any sense ? who's we !?" He then made his way to the first cage and uncovered it, it was an older guy all pale and malnourished, skinny you could see his bones sticking out everywhere with raggedy clothes barley covering him and filthy skin, hair wild and unkept, he looked feral he then moved to the other two cages and did the same, there was another male and a female, all in the same conditions the first male was, " these are your siblings, aren't they just like you" I couldn't say a a thing why ?! Why ! Why ! Why ! How come he have done this does my grandmother know ? All this time I had siblings and he kept them here how did he do it ?! he said it with a grin he then put the covers on again and stopped in front of mine and said farewell and put a cover on mine too, I screamed and screamed over and over again till I had no more voice.
Months passed and I have lost a lot of weight and I am very weak and I am now starting to lose my mind and now the covers are raised and we all look beyond the glass wall towards the some new found people the first ever sign of human contact well even if it's seeing through a wall, they are sitting down in the half circle of chairs looking at us, we'll more at me, I see there lips moving but not a sound to hear, they look at us like exotic animals, they soon after left and the covers were slowly covering us seeing nothing but now darkness.
