A Dying Wish, and A Wish to Die (Oreli and Blop)

wish

"I wonder if we'd known each other, we'd be good friends," Oreli pondered, sitting on the porch outside his humble home.

His mother glanced down at him, on the cushioned swing. She tilted her head with curiosity, not expecting her son to find one of her old tales interesting. Treading unknown waters with her son, she spoke casually, "Oh yeah? I heard he was a kind, sweet boy. Maybe he would lighten you up a bit, son."

Oreli pierced his mother's eyes with his unnatural purple orbs, almost as if he was looking at her with disdain, "I'm good enough as I am. I didn't say I wanted to be friends with him, I was just wondering if we would be friends."

His mother sighs, and stands up, stretching, "Maybe if you'd get some real friends, you wouldn't have to lament over legends like Blopwobbel."

Scoffing, he rolls his eyes. "Nobody in this world likes me. They all think my eyes are strange."

"I'm sure you'll find someone," she chuckles, "But in the meantime, try and just stay outta trouble. We've got enough on our plate. That being said, I better head off for my evening shift. I'll see you soon, sweetie."

"I- don't call me that."

But she was already making her merry way down the street, unable to hear her ungrateful son's response.

Picking at his fingernails, Oreli averted the intense glare of his father. "Oreli, you can do better than this, I know it. Sure, an 84% may be fine and dandy, but it's nowhere close to your average scores. You're slipping. Fix it, please." He sternly said, forcing Oreli to finally face his father.

"It was a hard test..."

"Everything in life is hard, son. Do you think that your landlord will let you continue living in your house because you can't pay rent since life is so difficult?"

"N... No, father."

"That's right. Now, engrave that into your mind. Study some more, as well."

"Might as well carry the weight of the world while I'm at it," the son sighed, watching his dad's retreating figure.

Always business and study, never fun and games.

"Oreli! Big bro, what's up?" Oreli's little sister chirped, coming into his room uninvited and unwelcome.

"The ceiling. Get out."

His sister's features drop ever so slightly when he says that, but she keeps persistent all the same, "Please! Can we just play a game of Uno?

"I'm trying to study. So, I repeat; get out!" He yelled, making his little sister jump.

He hated it when she barged into his room, never knocking or anything

Light from the open door is suddenly gone as his sister shuts his bedroom door behind her on her way out.

Oreli's POV (first person)

"-om! Mom!" I continue to desperately shake my mom's shoulder, sobbing loudly, still in shock over the large noise that came and changed everything, only 18 minutes prior.

I was still extremely shocked and confused, everything flashing white before I could barely see three feet ahead of me. Next, I heard and half-saw the crumbling of all buildings around us. Crushed remains of our house buried my sister alive. A panicked middle-aged woman shot my dad in all the confusion. My only hope left was my mom, passed out on the dirt.