Twighla Rose Chronicles

The Chef

*Twighla*

I get downstairs to hear smashing pots and yelling. Just another typical day in the kitchen. Then I just walk in without a care in the world because I really don't have one.

"Excuse me...EXCUSE ME!" I have to yell so they can here me over all the camotion. "Hello I was told to pick up a list of groceries and chores to do."

The chef a.k.a. stupid head just glared at me in resentment and then groweled at me. Which sounded something like whatever. Then he turned around and threw the list at me.

I hate how he treats me. How he treats everyone. It drives me crazy. I just want to scream. Then everything happens for a reason so I grab the lists and head out the door.

***

I get home with all of the stuff and groceries and give it to the chef. That cranky old stupid head that just can't make food for nothing.

"What the he'll is this? You can't do anything right can you? You idiot child. You put the eggs at the bottom of the bags and smashed them all. You are so stupid," he said.

He started coming at me with swinging arms and throwing metal pots at me. I had no choice but to crouch down on my hands and knees. All I did was close my eyes and scream in fear and terror. Then everything went quiet.

When I opened my eyes I saw black, ash, and coal. There was also chared black skin and bones. He was dead. I killed him. My emotions got the best of me. I killed him and turned him into char.

Then I here the sirens going off. I have to get out of here. Running as fast as I can without looking back, I disappear through the black smoke. I end up tripping over something and when I open my eyes I find myself in my bedroom on the floor.

How did I get in here? I was in the kitchen. I did wish to be in my bedroom though, so i guessed it worked. The next thing I hear is the call for evacuation. I run outside so other people don't get suspicious about me not being there.

***

That same night we had a funeral for the chef. When everyone left the grounds of the cemetery I stayed behind. "Where am I? How did I get here?" I look up to see who just said that. There was no one there. Then I heard it again.

"Twighla what are we doing here?"...where is that coming from... "Hey, I'm over here."

I look over and see the chef. Wait that's not possible. The chef is dead how is this happening. "You...you're dead. You can't be here. You died in the fire."

"Oh I see," said the chef. "Anyway, I have a message for you from the afterlife. They say you are not alone. There are people like you out in the world. You must find them. They will join you in a fight for your life. But, they can only help you on a journy that they have allready made.Yet, there are also bad things out there. They will do anything to stop you from finding these other people and they will take all of your powers. Do not let this happen under any circumstances. Do you understand me? I must leave now. My time has come. Oh and Twighla thank you for ending my misery and putting me with my long lost love. Thank you...."

That was the last thing I heard from him. "Wait what does that mean? What do you mean find the others? And I guess your welcome. Where the hell did you go? Uhh.. What the did he mean?" I'm so confused.

"Twighla time to go," said the witch. So, with all my thoughts I turned around and walked away. And for the first time in long time I actually smiled. Someone dead or alive actually appreciated me.