Deadly Secrets

Chapter 3

        There are two types of crazy in this world. The first is when someone eats a lot of sour sugar, then sneezes and ends up falling on their glutinous maximize. The second is when some lady you hardly know comes up to you and starts asking about your dead parents. I believe this lady qualified for the second type. I stared at her for a few seconds, this was a joke. I started getting up, ready to bolt when Ms. Crazy stood in front of me, "I understand this makes you uncomfortable, but it is necessary." I snorted,

"Oh, yeah, sure. They died two years ago on when I was sixteen. And they weren't murdered, it was a hiking accident." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"I understand that was upsetting for you, their death. Please try to remain calm. There are still things we need to discuss, please take a seat." It was more of an order than a gesture, but something in her voice, or maybe my head, had told me to sit down and listen to what she had to say. I exhaled and sat down.

"Now there is something that I must explain to you and you must listen. It’s crucial to your health and of those around you for safety measures." I swear, if I have cancer-

"There are secrets that your family has kept hidden for centuries. Your parents died before they could pass on their legacy." She was talking slowly as if she were speaking to a child. She stood up and took a peek in the hallway before closing the door and shutting the curtains. She leaned in close and began to whisper,

"Your family is related to the ancient goddess from Egypt, Baset." I blinked several times, maybe if I replay that a few times I'll understand what Ms. Crazy said.

"Huh? What does that have to do with my medical appointment? Who the hell are you? You're not a nurse are you? Is this a prank?" She glared at me giving me a 'Listen and shut up look'.

"I know this is sudden, but its crucial. Ignorance may be bliss, but walking blind is a death wish."

"Alright, so my last name is close to this Baset person. That doesn't mean I am or was related to her."

"Baset was no person, she was a god." I blink a few times to make sure I haven't fallen asleep because my brain went numb which caused sarcasm to flare up. So she was a god, and I’m Santa Claus!

"Look I don't know who you are or what you want, but you should leave. They're no such thing as gods."

"Who I am doesn't matter right now. And gods do exist, history is a prime example, you know that Eleanor. Gods have been worshiped for centuries, the Pagans, the Romans, even Christians believe in a type of god. What I'm trying to say is that your family are decedents of this great goddess, and you Eleanor are a direct decedent." Her mouth closed into a tight line which I take must mean she was finished. It was like when you’re in class and you start a new unit and the teacher just wants to get over with it so gives a boatload of info to download.

"Again, what does your history lesson have to do with my medical appointment?" I asked. This was random, really random, like more random than you can ever get.

"This has everything to do with your medical appointment. Your body is shifting. Changing is a better word; you'll get faster, better balance, better eyesight, as well as develop an animal instinct."

I was shifting? A direct descendant of some god? Which was made up by a bunch of loonies. Oh, this is so a joke,

"That was a nice story, but Jane is going to start worrying that something is wrong if I don't hurry up, so if you'll excuse me-”

"You think this is a joke, a lie." I snorted, well duh. My brain is still fuzzy from the overdose of sarcasm, but I still had coherent thought.

"Well I wasn't born yesterday! This sounds ridiculous and has nothing to do with my appointment." She moved quickly to the light switch and turned the lights off. A bright light snaps in my face and the lights turn on. Ms. Crazy was holding one of those cameras which give you the picture right away, she handed the small picture to me. You couldn't see a person exactly but there were two glowing pale yellow eyes staring at me, cat’s eyes, panther’s eyes, my eyes….I shook my head violently.

"Like I said, a joke, you probably just put something in the film to make it turn out like that. I'm leaving." And before she could stop me again, I ran out of the building.

        I suppose I could've handled that differently, but I was glad to get out of there, and even more glad that Jane listened when I told her I didn't want to talk about it. The car pulled up to the house, I bolted from the vehicle into the house and up to my room. I locked the door and plummeted face first onto my bed. Seriously who does that? You can't walk up to someone and say, "Hey, you’re related to an Egyptian god in some fairy tale." If it was just a joke then why are you getting so worked up?

        The more that crazy lady talked about that ancient goddess, the more it felt, familiar. Like I knew all of this already and I was just getting the refresher course. I don't remember ever talking about Egypt in history class, man I was losing it. The more I lay here the worst I felt. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, not tanned, but not pasty white. Bright blue almond shaped eyes with a dirt color hair. I start to brush my hair, when I see this bottle of hair dye in one of my desk drawers. Then Bryn's words about the party echoed in my mind.  If I dyed my hair, put a little makeup on, no one would recognize me! I could be anyone I wanted, no worries or cares. Then my troubles would melt away in the drumming music. I picked up the dye and headed toward the bathroom.