Cursed

Chapter One

I have been alone for too long. Being cheated by life and given my horrible fate, has made me become acquired to isolation. I never ever wanted to succumb to it and hurt someone, especially if I love them. I refuse to stoop so low just for my selfish desire to love and to be loved. Just like my mother always said, before she has passed from her own curse. Her curse of being passed down her romantic love's sickness. So whenever dad had the flu, mom got the flu; when dad had an allergic reaction; so did mom. She felt every pain he went through, every toe stub, every headache. They could both recover though, so when we found out my dad's hidden curse was poor health and he got cancer; so did my mom. Dad never told us his curse for years, he said he didn't believe it until he met my mom. 

My mom almost died hating my dad, regretting ever getting with him and trusting him until her final days of living, but she truly did love him at the end. My mom in her death bed, she told me of how she could feel his heartbreak she had caused. She told me how heavy it was and how she regretted her harsh words. I've never wanted to experience that kind of heartbreak, so I've decided to stay by myself. My curse was slightly like my mother's; and I assume you're wanting to know what it is, or what even is a curse.

On my thirteenth birthday, is when life dealt me my hand of bad cards. One being both my parents dying and another my curse. I did have some good cards, like my Aunt Monica, my talent in art, and the tall mental wall I have put up to save everyone around me. I know, I sound dramatic, but my curse, could destroy lives, and the day I found out was the last I had my parents. The month leading up to my birthday was the worse month of my life.

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"What do you mean you lied about your curse?!" Mom yelled.

I heard dad sigh as he sat down, I stood at the top of the hallway listening to their conversation.

"I was scared to tell you. I just wanted us to live a normal life, Liz." Weakness in his voice.

"Well, now we can't live a normal life because we are both going to die! Why decide to tell me once we're both so sick? What are we going to tell Liyah? How are we going to just leave her? This is all your fault!" Mom screams again, throwing a nearby cup on the ground. I listen to the shatter of the glass at the same time I listen to the shatter of my family.

"You need to calm down before you lose all your energy sweetheart," Dad says, standing up and reaching out to reach her shoulder. Mom repulsively moves away from him.
"Don't touch me," She whispers, out of breath from carrying on. "I think I'm..." Mom's eyes roll in the back of her head and she faints. Her body drops to the floor, causing me to run down the stairs.

"Call 911 Liyah!" Dad yells. This causes me to scramble to the nearest phone and dialing 911, something I've never done. Something I prayed I would never have to do, a situation I never wanted to be in.

So that night, not only did my mom get admitted to the hospital but so did my dad. And for the next three weeks, they both fought like hell. But I've learned, when the universe wants someone to be taken out, they take them. Right from under their feet and away from the only world they knew. Why? I don't know, I still don't know.

On my birthday, my aunt Monica greeted me with flowers and a small wrapped gift box. I was wearing my nicest dress and my long brown hair was back in a French braid.

"Your mom loved tulips, you put this with her in her casket so she can always keep some close," Aunt Monica would speak to me that day. Sitting on the bed with me, rubbing my back. I stayed quiet, I was scared to get a fate like theirs later today when the mail came. What would I do if my fate was just as worse theirs?

Had I known I'd been right, I would have never opened the letter. I would have just thrown it away like junk mail, because really, what the curse is, is garbage. So when I opened the letter, I read the worse sentence ever in my life,

"AALIYAH SERENITY CASHWELL,

Any person who falls in love with you will pass away."

It wasn't fair. I couldn't help but blame myself when Jimmy from my middle school English class passed away after we got close. Or when I drunkenly kissed Keeley Sandsonne during prom last year and she was hit by a bus. How unfair it was, that I couldn't love or be loved.

So when I met him, I thought maybe just for a second I wouldn't be alone forever. When I met him, everything I've ever stood for was kicked to the curb. Everything I ever wanted, there became a chance that maybe I could have it. Maybe I could be selfish for once. Maybe I could be lovable without being a bomb. Maybe.