Another letter, another letter, junk mail, and more garbage.
"Jesse stop throwing away trash all over my damn floor!" Said and elderly man.
"Sorry father I'll clean it when I'm finished" Jesse said looking at the school letters He had applied to jumbled all over the floor.
Jesse was not your typical college student he had applied to many places across the country, whatever earth had to offer he was approved for it all. It was only a matter of pick and choosing what he preferred for his major which he was still undecided on.
"What an interesting boy I've raised I can't believe you're throwing away all these acceptance letters. Choose one or you won't be living here much longer" said a middle aged women picking up and opening some of the letters.
Mom and dad. They raised me to be brilliant. Straight A's and acceptance letters from every school imaginable. None of this interests me. Why would I want to go learn things I already know from someone else, get real. Jesse thought while throwing more mail to the side.
Jesse stood up and scoffed walking out of the dining room and up the stairs to his room. Jesse could hear them bickering about what they will have to do with him if He doesn't start one of these "superior" colleges as they keep claiming.
Jesse reached for his doorknob and felt a chill run down his spine it felt like he had ice running through his veins slowly freezing his body from head to toe. Slowly the goose bumps were forming up and down his arms something just felt off.
"What's this uneasy feeling my body wants to run away from my own room at all costs." Jesse mumbled to himself as he slowly creaked the door open and could see his window was left open. He never opened his window today though. As the night air brushed against his face it wasn't refreshing, but ominous.
"They said it was supposed to be a warm night on the news." Jesse pondered as he walked over to shut his window he tripped over a large object and fell face first onto his bed.
"What the heck is on my floor?" Jesse said slowly peaking back over the edge of his bed. It looked like a box. Probably because it was.
So somebody came in my room stole nothing and left me a box? Common sense says throw the box out the window. Jesse grabbed the box and tossed the box out the window and finally shut it firmly.
The box fell through the trees hitting the branches on the way down Jesse watched as the box smashed into the floor leaving dust and a cloud of dirt floating towards the sky. Seemingly way heavier upon impact then initially believed to be Jesse had one eyebrow raised but simply payed it no mind.
Jesse turned back around to get off his bed and turn the light on in the room getting rid of all the moving shadows created from the moon shining in his room.
Jesse turned back around took two steps tripping and falling forward slamming and hitting his door in shock leaving a small dent in the middle.
Jesse groaned holding his head still feeling the pain throbbing in his back as well he looked up and found the box right were it was the first time.
This defies all logic I could think of and now I'm curious. Jesse stared deeply at the box thinking.
The box was addressed to Jesse from his name all the way down to the "upstairs bedroom on the right" that makes the small curiosity Jesse had turn into a small amount of horror. Who was able to accurately pinpoint his location down to where he slept would he even be able to sleep peacefully tonight.
Despite every cell in his body being told not to Jesse couldn't help but want a little bit of excitement in his life even if it was at the cost of losing his life he would escape his dull colorless life as he saw it.
Jesse calmly took a breath and opened the box. This was more exciting than opening admission letters all day with his parents.
A bracelet?
"What a great joke this is I should toss the box back out the window again. Jesse shouted Putting the box down on his desk he took a seat and stared at it.
The bracelet flipped over a couple times in the box. This time Jesse stood his ground but still stumbling over the carpet and falling out of his chair he banged his head on the floor. Holding his head in pain he looked up to see the bracelet floating in the air. Launching itself at his right arm and attaching he could feel the intense pain as if his skin was melting he could feel the metal melting and dissolving into his skin tearing off chunks and regrowing at a rapid rate completely reforming his arm, while the wires inside started to wrap around his veins and squeeze, with his free hand Jesse covered his mouth and tried from the bottom of his soul to command his body not to scream and alert his parents still complaining about him downstairs. Then the pain finally subsided.
Congratulations Jesse you have been accepted.