The Perks of Dying

Chapter 2

"Wake up, sweetie." Mom said as she walked around my room. Poking at my things.

"Ugh, Mo-om. No sunlight. Will perish. Must you?" I grumbled sleepily.

"Must I, what?" she innocently said as she tied a window's curtain. The bright sunlight hit my face like Rutherford's beam hit his flat thingy in that experiment. Yep, very strong.

"Besides, you have to go out there and have a nice teenage summer!" she said. My Mom, always clueless about teen life.

"It doesn't matter." I say. I cover my head under my pillow. The Manor was so much better   with--I can't believe I'm going to tell you this--Aunt Matilda. Yep, the old lady screams and throws things at the staff and I find it interesting and funny. It's the genes.

"Why, sweetie?"

I didn't bother to look, "Mom, don't get emotional. I'm used to this, I am prepared to die so it doesn't matter. I'm a teenager, always will be." I said as I sat up to look at her. I didn't like it when she was hurting. My mom is beautiful, in the inside and outside, she had soft wavy brunette hair that reached to her back and nice hazel eyes. She was wearing her business suit, she wasn't only a teacher, she had to run the family business to keep the money growing. The business was all about selling lands and creating homes. My mom didn't like it but it didn't harm her so she continued it. For Aunt Matilda, she had said.

"I promise, daddy." I had said a long time ago.

There was a moment of silence before my mom started screaming bloody murder. She grabbed my beloved pillow.

"Aiden William Amherst, you are going out. Understand? You will take a bath, eat your cereal, clean your room, and take your meds, and go out like Rapunzel. You might as well find yourself some 'Eugene'. Now go!"

My mom stared at me. Her eyes no longer looked like chocolate, it looked like wood. Solid, and still. I only managed to say 'Yes' and she went flying down to her limo.

That got me out of my bed and into the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror, I had my mom's eyes, but not her hair. I had this weird black hair that's always messy like Harry Potter or Percy Jackson.

I did everything she had told me until I stared at my sister lying on my floor with her Golden Retriever, Ash. Yup, I had a sister. Hannah's only eight but she's a brainiac.

"Didi! Ash and I have been waiting for you. Go wear some khakis or something and let's start." she said. Somewhat Perk #2: You get surprise last minute invitations.

"No. I need quality time, just go with Maria." I shooked my head and returned to my bathroom. Hannah started banging on the bathroom door, begging me to come with her, while I called Maria, Hannah's nanny, to get her. This always happened, I feel like a jerk. No, I am a jerk. Hannah never had much time with our father and Mom's busy with work, and here I am ignoring her, too. Peril #1: We become guilty that we can't wait to die.

When Hannah was obviously gone, I put on a black shirt that said, "Blood" and jeans and my earphones.

The Herveaux staff and helpers gave me one unsure glance and looked away or gave me a smile after taking one look at my outfit. 

Perk #3: You have the freedom to show off anything.

But, they won't let you get out without eating your breakfast or taking your meds. As soon as I reached the door, the maids crowded me and pulled me to the dining room so here I am staring at my bacon and eggs. I wonder if chicken and pigs discussed this with each other, their offspring being turned into the best breakfast ever, especially when together. Or, I wonder how a human being could still jump around and smile at the sun and be rainbows and unicorns after this kind of breakfast. I guess, we all kill to live.

As soon as I was finished, I brushed my teeth (again) and gave a nod to one of the staff. They let me go out. I shouldn't have been too excited or too early. I should have known that even if I'm dying and trying, Fate will always look at me and decide that I should polish myself before dying. I should have known what was coming straight at me as soon as I closed my eyes at the glare of the sun.