My New Lie~I Mean Life! (On Hold)

Adincitor~ Adincitor~ Adincitor~

My entire family looks at me as though I'm crazy. Which, I probably am. CRAZY GENERO-I'll stop that thought right were it is...

"I told you guys he would be fine! But does anyone listen to Nimue? Noooooo!" I can still hear here grumbling as she storms out of the room. In fact, I can still hear her as she goes to her room...and now she's getting on the phone......Who's Cooper? 

"Brink? Brink, honey did you hear me?"

"Wha-?" I re-focus my eyes to my mom, who is once again in my face. I give a small yelp and flinch. Yelping. How manly of me. "Y-Yes? Sorry..." 

I can hear my dad sigh, and I know without even looking at him that he's face palming. Or shaking his head. Or both. Yeah, probably both.

My mom just smiles at me sympathetically and repeats her question. "It's okay. I just asked if your head still hurts."

I give a small smile in return and nod my head. As I hand the ice pack back to Ebony, our hands touch. Now, this isn't an unusual occurance when handing an item to another person, but something was different this time. Her hand was incredibly warm, as though it were on fire. However, Ebony likes to keep her body tempurature colder than the rest of us, because she doesn't like to get sick. As soon as our hands touched, she yanked her hand back quickly, as though something had burned her.

"Woah!" 

"What's wrong, Eb?" Enigma asked in a concerned voice.

"Y-Your hand! Brink, B-Brink, your h-hand!" I give her a scared look, because honestly, she is scaring me. Ebony never acts like this. Ever. She's usually so composed and motherly, and she's one of the smartest people I know. To see her so surprised like this.....is strange.

"What about his hand, Ebony?"

"Sweety, what's the matter with Brink's hand?"

"I-It's cold! Freezing! Like iced porcelain, or something!"

All eyes are on me now. I break out in a cold sweat and swallow a lump in my throat. I absolutely despise attention, escpecially from my family. I have a bit of what you'd call Social Anxiety Disorder. It's not as bad as most people, but it's still not one of the best case scenarios. My eyes are darting around to look at everything except my family members. The ceiling, the floor, the walls, the kitchen, etc. 

"Brink," my father says, or rather, commands. I swallow again.

"Y-Yes?"

"Come here." I make a noise in the back of my throat and finally face my father. As always, he looks calm and collected, but his temper is a nasty one. Us siblings know the best. It's not as if he's abusive, no not at all! However, when we get in trouble.....

Let's just say he goes by the 'You are never too old to have a spanking' rule. And by spanking he means belt. Which means many much unpleasantness for the behind.

Slowly, I make my way toward my father. In truth, I've never been that close to him before. In my memories, my mom is the only one I can remember ever being there for me. Sure, Ebony and Enigma were nice, but they would make me play girly games and dress me up in little girl clothes. Nimue never liked me since I took away her spotlight as the youngest of the family. She's always been an attention hog since she was born, or at least, that's what Ebony always says. The only memories I have of my father are the ones where we're either yelling or sitting in an awkward silence in one of my mom's father-son bonding time. He's never really liked me much, even if he is my father. I don't look like him, I don't act like him, heck, the only things I got from him were my black hair and XY chromosomes!

When I'm right in front of him, he grabs my hands. It was a  little weird for the both of us, not used to having human contact with anyone besides mom. He checked my hands thoroughly, and once again it felt as though his hands were on fire. Even though I say they burn like fire, it doesn't feel bad....it actually feels kind of pleasant.

"Phaedra, go get the thermometer out and check his tempurature. Brink, you go back upstairs and get some rest. Have you been feeling ill lately?" As usual, he comes to a quick (and usually precise) analysis. 

"No," I reply honestly. I haven't felt bad at all today, despite those weird spells. Maybe I am just sick. 

My father looks at me questioningly, and I give a defeated nod and head back to my bed. Again, as I leave, I can hear all of them talking, minus Nimue, who went back to bed. The words they're saying are almost too clear and that makes me feel like I'm eavesdropping, so I stop listening. I block it all out, as I've learned to do most of the time.

On the way back to my room, I look at the various paintings and pictures on the walls. Most of them are labelled, but some aren't. Those are the ones I like the most, because back when I was a little kid, I'd go around and give them names. 

For some odd reason, I get a strong feeling to go back and look at the nameless paintings. 

However, I don't want to see just any old nameless painting. 

Somehow, I find myself at the very end of the hall.

There is a single painting of a very large city from a birds eye point of view. It's nighttime and there are lights on in every single building, and there are a lot of buildings, but the lights are all different colors. There are dark reds and purples and blues, and there are light pinks and oranges and greens. The city is encircled by a giant wall, shaped like a star. In the very middle of the city is a red fountain that you can hardly make out. Next to it, is the tallest and largest building in the entire city. It goes even higher than the walls.

I can hear the painting. It speaks the language of the city. It speaks the name of the city. Repeating it over and over and over again. Chanting. The dot-like people were chanting. Like a steady drum beat, chanting the name of the city. It pounds in my ears. It's unbearable. I want to chant along. Along with the bustling people. Along with the city. Along with the animals and homes. My people, my city, my animals, my homes...........My city..........

The chanting grows louder. And louder. And louder.

....louder........

......................louder!

Chant louder! 

Speak for the city!

Chant its name!

Adincitor City.....

Adincitor City.......

Adincitor...............

My city....................

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I did it again! Things have been written, and there is more to come! I promise!

The chapters I make aren't as long as I hope they'd be.......and since I write them quick and in one go, I make a lot of mistakes......When I finish the story sometime in the far, far, far, far, far, far, far, so incredibly far away future, I'll hopefully be able to go back without too much shame and fix the mistakes!

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