The One They Call Hex

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PRELUDE

Before I tell you my story, lemme just give you this quote that I heard in a movie. It's a short one. It goes a little something like, "We each have to cradle our own sorrows." Well I can tell you that's complete bullshit. But I didn't figure that out until I died. Now here's where your probably asking, "Well if you're dead then how are you telling this story?" Well, just shut up and listen and you'll find out. My name was Nathan Relmek. For 17 years of my life I grew up in a broken home. My brother had just died last year, he was 23 and his name was Raylin. I grew up having my mother as my only parent, I had never met my dad and according to my mom he probably doesn't even know I exist. This story I'm about to tell you, starts a week before my 18th birthday. My mom was always scared of the day I'd turn 18. I always thought it was just because she had the same fear every normal parent had. But I found out she was scared for a different reason.

CHAPTER 1

I woke up and hit my head on my brother's bunk bed like I always do. <When the hell is mom gonna get rid of this damn thing?!> I thought to myself. I looked at my alarm clock, it read 10:27 AM. "Shit! I oversle-!..." I slapped my head, once again I had forgotten I was on Winter Vacation. I stretched out with a loud yawn an looked out the window to see that the snow had had finally set. "Ha, 3 inches my ass. This has to be about 5 or 6 inches." I smirked. I yawned once more and walked out of my bedroom to head downstairs but not before I grabbed my phone. When I had got downstairs I found a note on the table. I picked it up and read it aloud. "Nathan, had to leave for work early today. There's a bowl of oatmeal in the microwave. Just press the reheat button and wait a minute. I should be home by 9 or 10 PM. I left $20 on my nightstand for you to buy yourself lunch and dinner." I shrugged, crumpled up the note and threw it away. I walked up to the microwave and pressed reheat. I walked back upstairs and grabbed the twenty on my mom's nightstand. When I came back downstairs the oatmeal was ready. I grabbed it out of the microwave, turned on the radio and sat down. "Goooooood morning Highland Park! This is your local radio host Adam Rodriguez here! Right now we're taking requests so call 555-41RADIO and tell us what song you want us to play! Remember, on this station we only play Hip-Hop so you can only request a song of that genre!" I gave it some thought and decided to try and get one of my favorite songs played. I grabbed my phone and dialed the number. ".....Good Morning caller you're on the air what song would you like played?" I celebrated a little inside for a moment then spoke. "I'd like you to play Throw Your Set in the Air by Cypress Hill please!"

"Oo, now that's an old song! Alright caller enjoy your requested song!" A moment after I hung up they started playing the song I requested. I then started to jam out to one of my most favorite songs while eating my oatmeal.

(1:03 PM)- I was watching TV when I heard my stomach growl. "Eh?" I looked down at my stomach. "Hungry I guess." I got up and headed upstairs to change, as I still hadn't gotten dressed for the day. I put on a pair of black pants, a grey t-shirt and my black windbreaker and black beanie over the underwear and tank top I had slept in. I grabbed my keys to the house and walked out the door. I locked it walked out the drive way. I live right on the street where all the liquor stores and small businesses are. I looked down the street and saw my favorite sign. It read "LITTLE ITALY PIZZA." I dashed down the street and walked inside the pizza shop. Great, no line. I walked up to the counter and ordered. "Hi, can I get two slices of pizza with canadian bacon on it?" The clerk smiled. "Sure." She got two slices of pizza out of a glass box labeled READY TO GO. She put then on a paper plate and handed them to me. "That'll be $4.00." She said. I gave her the twenty and smiled in innocently. Before going through the register to me the change she gave me a look that clearly said, "Really." I chuckled awkwardly as I took the change. "Have a good one." I said as I left. I put some thought into it and decided to go to the park that had recently opened to go to eat. On my way I had a little mishap and dropped by pizza. LUCKILY, someone I knew from school saw me and said. "There goes Hex with his bad lick again!" See, everyone in town calls me Hex because of this bad luck streak I've had going for the past 5 years. I sighed and shrugged odd the punk's sly remark and continued on to the park. After about 15 minutes of my walk of disappointment I arrived at the park. "Hm..I guess I could get something at the snack machine.." I muttered to myself. I went to the machine and looked at what they had. I saw a bag of my favorite chips in my favorite flavor so I bought it. After I got the bag I sat down at a bench and opened the bag of chips. Not long after I was approached by a boy who looked about my age. "Hi, mind if I sit here?" He asked. I blinked a bit and shrugged. "Sure I guess." He sat down and held out his hand. "Jeff. Jeff Woods." <Why do I feel like I've heard that name before?> I thought. I shrugged off the feeling of deja vu and shook his hand. "Nathan. Nathan Relmek." He tilted his head a bit. "Is that foreign?" He asked me. "It's German. And to answer what I know you're going to ask next no, I don't speak German." I answered. "I wasn't going to ask that." He said with an eyebrow raised. "Oh. Well I automatically assume that considering everyone I've ever met has asked that after I told them what country my last name is from. Hm..I don't think I've ever seen you around before." I looked at him with a rather puzzled look on my face. "Oh, I moved here last week and I just got settled in a couple days ago." He explained to me. "Ah okay. Are you with family or..?"