The lonely graves.

chapter1. Rebirth.

I was in a forest. Alone. Just the way I liked it. I heard the birds. The hummingbirds. With every flap, every heart beat, my heart pounded for blood. Their blood. my lips came back in a snarl as I crouched low, poised to kill. Until I realised what I was doing that made me stop.

The more I came here the more the animal I became.  A wolf. A grey wolf. Here being human was like a distant memory. A dream lost and forgotten. Here I was free from the burdens of the world. Disconnected from it. I'd spend most of my free time here. I'd just stand and feel the warmth of the sun and the cold breeze on my face. This place was like a paradise. The one place I'd call home.

It's not that life was difficult or anything. It was just too dry. It was high time for a lil change so last month my dear uncle decided to move back to our old family mansion in the outskirts of creekton. Truth be told.  I'm an orphan. my entire family was murdered when I was no bigger than an arm. And wherever I went death followed. I did not know how my parents died until 4 years ago. The only family I had left was my uncle.

He's a sweet guy. He takes care of me and doesn't poke too much into my personal life. But like everything else, he came with a flaw. He has this drinking problem which was a pain. It wasn't "Extreme" or anything. He just drank a lot and sat quietly in his armchair. Sometimes for days, as if battling demons in his head I knew nothing about. He was hotel manager so money wasn't a problem. we had a good house in the city but it was time for a change.

It was time for me to wake up too. We would be arriving at the old mansion any minute now. We were moving there as we speak and I was asleep in the van. This was all a dream. You see, I have the ability to control my dreams. it's a pretty rare "talent" I guess. First, I imagined myself sitting in the front seat of a white moving truck. I closed my eyes and counted till 10. I waited for the birds to die and turn to corpses, waited for the trees to burn to ashes, waited for the winds to turn to sand. waited for the water to burn and fade into the sky.

I liked dreaming my world into existence every time I came here and to add every little detail possible. In my dreams I was alone. no one came and no one went. Except the birds. the humming birds. It was a necessary for me to remember where I slept in order for me to return to my body. Once I forgot and couldn't remember for a whole week . But when I did I woke up a week later in a hospital bed with wires plugged to my hands and mouth. the doctors said I was in some sort of a coma. After that I never went to sleep without remembering where I slept in the first place.

This "talent" started five years ago when I was 14. I started having these visions , I saw my mom, my grandparents, grandfather. but I was not myself. I was too tall. I had hairy hands and I was carrying a baby boy. The boy looked like me. Dark hair, light brown eyes. I heard voices. people were calling me Michael. Michael was my father, so I think I was looking through my fathers eyes. now that's a hyper imagination.

I've seen pictures of my family in the family album. They seemed like nice people. sadness filled my heart. They shouldn't have died the way they did. Their bodies were found mutilated beyond recognition. The only way they were recognised as my parents was because of their wedding rings.

I survived though. They found me under a bed in my parents room. Then I was sent to live with my grandparents. They died a mounth later in a car accident. I survived. Again. Then i was sent to live with my uncle Thomas. but all that was 18 years ago. I'm 19 now. Uncle Thomas showed me how to take care of myself. He took me in, taught me how to shave, talk, walked me to my school on my first day, bought me my first suit... turned me into a proper gentlemen.

He even passed down the family saying to me. It was suppose to be passed down by my father to me but due to the circumstances, it had to be by my uncle. " Kill me now, But I will rise. In this life or the other. In this face or another. In this era or the other. But when I'll rise, I'll break the dawn". It's a pretty weird saying. But then again, not a lot of stuff about my family isn't weird.