The apartment complex is under heavy rainfall as there's been many more than one warning of the flash flooding that is going around the area.
The rain pelts and pelts and pelts and pelts.
Many off the housing units asleep since work has been cancel along with school.
The rainstorm was getting worse. The yelling from inside one of the housing units was loud, yelling was coming from inside.
That was my housing unit. I was the one that was yelling:
"Why are you so pushy for me when I try at work and school to do my best?!"
My mother never trusted that I was ever doing my best. She'd harass me the instant I got in the door, either with chores or with school work. Even when I got home from working hard day until the night I'd be harassed.
My father on the other hand was practically invisible. He sat on the living room couch and would just watch the same stupid comedy show, hosting a soldier that was going hysterical, but instead of letting it all go to his mind he would make up stupid jokes and his mind would follow along with it, having a fever dream like situation every episode.
My mother was a now invisible to me as well, I didn't even wanna see her face as I was turned to the door, putting on my shoes.
"And where DO you plan to go, huh?! It's raining and there a flash flood happening. No one's just going to let you stay inside their house, until it passes."
My mothers degrading voice echoes in my mind.
My body feels tired. My skin has felt like it was sinking in from the overwork, my skin that used to be so colorful, feels like my blood is rushing out, making me look anaemic.
My brown skin looks like it's trying to be taken over by white skin, my hair that used to flow nicely down the side of my head is now tangled and in tatters.
I scratch my head as I use my other hand to hold the laces:
"Dad, tell mom that I can't be over worked like this!'
I don't even want to turn because I know he's going to brush off what I have just said:
"Listen to your mother, she knows best."
He then lets out a hearty laugh as another laugh track goes off in the back ground.
I scoff and finish tying my shoes:
"Yeah, whatever."
I get up and open the door.
The wind makes the door slam open without my intent. My mother gasps as it does so.
"Don't you step out that door! If you do... You're no longer apart of this family!"
I could hear the break in her voice, but I didn't care.
"Then I guess, you'll have to find another son."
I walked out the door, the door left open, I didn't even want to catch a glimpse of her face, whether she was crying or not.
My housing unit was on the third floor, I went left to the end of the floor and found the stairs, after many flights of stairs, I was at the bottom.
I felt the plastic of the poncho I put on before I left. The only thing I had on myself was my phone, my clothes on my back and the shoes that I put on.
The wind was rough and aggressive, pushing me to stay on the stairs, but I broke through it and walked out, the rain water punched onto my poncho and my poncho brushed it off of me.
I walked until I hit the side walk then after I continued to walk.
Step after step, all I could think was:
'Why didn't they ever see I tried my best?'
My grades failed when I didn't manage to get enough time because of work, and if I chose to do school over work, my work would threaten to fire me or cut my pay.
'My life sucked!'
Day in and day out it was work, work, work, work.
My foot stepped into a puddle when I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking:
"Damn it!"
I kicked my foot out of the puddle and try shaking off the water, before I realize that it doesn't matter because my other shoe is drenched from rain water.
I just shook my head and continued. I walked until I was now ascending a hill. That was spiralling.
To my surprise there was still cars passing me too.
Not many but even few minute of walking a car or two would pass.
My legs began to hurt from the distance that I've been walking, but I don't feel like stopping, now it just feels like I should run from it, that I should run from them.
'I hate them!'
My mind echoed thinking back to an absent father and my mother that was always in my face about everything that I've done or didn't do.
At first I alway thought she wanted what was best, but when she made me start cleaning the house everyday, then cook food for them everyday, then complain when I asked for a day off of anything, making me think I was the bad guy for asking I immediately knew that they saw me more of a butler than a son.
"AHHHHH!"
A young voice is heard faintly from under the heavy rainfall. The poncho also slightly obscuring the sound.
I turned to look left, since to the right is the grassy hill, and during a flash flood warning that'd place would be suicide to go down.
No one, then I look in front of me, still no one, there's no person in front of me nor to the left of me. I turned my body to look behind me, taking a few steps backwards as I make my way forward, toward the top, still no one.
"HELP!"
I pulled off my poncho hood and looked around again, this time I stopped so that I didn't lose track of the voice.
"HELP ME!"
The young voice was sounding feminine and scared.
'No way...?'
I turn my head to the right, over the railing disconnecting the side form the edge.
Looking over the railing I see a girl that holding onto a rock that's just barely stopping the flash flood from pulling her under the mass of growing water at the bottom of the hill.
Looking left then right, there's no cars for help. Lightning is seen, then thunder is heard.
Without thinking I jumped the railing and I tried to slow myself from going to fast, by digging my hands into the ground, the rocks were to slippery and my speed just kept increasing as I grew closer to her.
Her white face stuck with, grass, moss and many different fiber plants, many of the dirt washing up against her body as it tries to drag her.
She screams and screams and screams.
I grew closer and closer, I could feel my finger nails feel like they were prying off of my fingers, I forced my fingers to dig even deeper into the wet dirt and eroded soil.
Closer and closer I got, the loud and louder she became.
I force my fingers into the ground this time, just barely grabbing purchase of the ground, my two fingers lost a nail. My forefinger and my middle finger.
I huffed in pain and felt my heart pounding in my chest as I felt tat instead of helping her I would have crashed into her and made her fall into the water that was like makeshift rapids.
Many different rocks flew up. Some different grass as well, wooden sticks big and twigs were bobbing up and down as they jumped in and out of the rapid waters.
"Grab my hand!"
I yelled as I reached my hand out as close as I could to her. My two fingers twitched in pain as the agony didn't set in yet because of the adrenaline rush from my heart to my brain.
"No! I'm Scared!"
I can understand her, nothing more scary that having to let go, and as of right now, she definitely would need the best grip possible to stay up.
"Trust me! I'll throw you up. I was being dragged down! My hands probably made a path way for us to get up!"
I yell to speak over the rain.
It thunders again and she winces, looking down at her rock it's beginning to break off.
"Grab my hand now! Your rock is breaking!"
She slips from her rock, then lets go. Without thinking I reach even more forward grabbing her hand, but now my grip is failing.
"Thank yo-"
I lift her with all the strength that I have but I can't pull her, my body is too weak.
The soil is failing even more.
If I don't do something then I won't be able to save any of us.
I take a huge puff of air and pull her up again, this time in exchange of strength I throw my self to her, as the soil breaks.
She goes flying to the hill, at a place just above mine, and I go head first into the waters. Face first into the murkiness of it all.
I'm instantly swept away.
I try to swim up, slowly I made my way up, I heard screaming, then a car screeching to a halt.
I'm not able to stay up too long though, a rock from out of the water, hops out at a high speed and hits the back of my head, my body slumps even deeper into the waters.
My body felt itself being dragged along with the waters. It was too dark to see above the water, and I couldn't breath anymore. I reached around to the back of my head and felt the flow of my blood spill out slowly, then I felt the pain of the lost finger nails as the skin was peeling off of my body.
The waters didn't stop hitting me harder and harder, eventually I was forced to push myself, like I've always done so, but my body felt the end of it all. I could no longer push myself to try and get out of the water.
'I'm tired, and I'm weak and hungry.'
I wave my hands in front of my self though. I force myself to try, and I see it the bright end to this murky hell.
Closer and Closer , as i get hit with rocks, sticks and twigs. I break through the surface.
A sharp pain break through my chest as I reach the top of my ascend. My breathing feels clogged as well. My back feels heavy and in so much pain.
Trying to turn my body to see what it is, I notice that i'm stuck in place and a giant piece of wood is sticking out of my chest. I try to grab it but, it doesn't work and I feel myself begin to cough... Blood.
My body was impaled through the chest with a stick. The pain rushes all at once.
Broken finger nails, my bleeding head, the constant barrages of sticks and rocks on my body and my face, then the giant piece of wood that pieced through my chest into my heart.
I try to free myself but my vision begins to fade. Slowly and slowly, my vision begins to dim. The thunders that have been constantly going on, begin to die down as if being lowered down.
My eyes close as my body slumps on the piece of wood, like a shish kebab.
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"WAKE!"
I jump awake immediately running my hands through my chest to my head then to my fingers. The injuries all grotesquely visibly.
"Wh... Wha... What...?"
My voice doesn't want to break out and finish my sentence.
"You have died my child."
The room is pure white, nothing in it besides another white glowing silhouette.
"I... I. I. I died?"
I look to myself. The hole, fingers, head injury, bruises, no one could survive that. Especially not myself.
My mind rushes to my death, slamming on the idea of high much pain I was in at that current time, yet I couldn't breath because of the pain I was in and the blood that was clogging my mouth, then I remember why I was in the water in the first place:
"What happened to the little girl?!"
"She made it safely to the road and got help."
I give off a sigh of relief that I've achieved what I set out to do. I saved that girl from dying, but in the process I've died.
"You have done a good deed my child. For your death though unwilling I'll grant you a wish. Whatever will your wishbe?"
'A wish, for me? I've never wished for anything besides to have a fun life, a good life. A New Life.'
That's the wish...
"I want a New Life!"
"I shall grant it, but it won't be in this world."
My heart skips a beat.
'I guess that means I truly will go to heaven?'
"You're body in the. old world is broken, destroyed. Dead. So, I'll send you to a New World to live your New Life."
I tilted my head at what the white glowing figure said.
"What do you mean New World? I'm I not going to heaven."
"You asked for a New Life. I'll grant it for you."
My vision begins to dim again, my eyes dart around afraid that I've died again.
"Don't worry My Child. Enjoy your New Life."
"Wait. What do yo-"
My vision gets blanketed in white as I feel like myself appear somewhere else.
I scream as the white turns to black.
The scream turns to a cry, then I feel something cradling me, someone cradling me:
"Dad, what's his name?! Where'd you get him?!"
A young feminine voice broke through my ears as it was high pitched and loud.
My clothes feel heavy like a thick coating of garments.
I opened my eyes, and there were two people blocking my whole vision.
"Look dad! He has two different eye color's!"
One was a small girl, red haired, orange eyes, white skin, bright smile and pointed ears. She had a faint orange aura around her body, the aura coated the ends of her ears in a deep orange color.
'Why is her ears like that?'
I open my mouth to ask, but all that comes out is a "Coo."
The other a big man, what seemed like a giant to me. He had brown hair, brown eyes and a stoic face, with a strong flex as I was in his arms. He had a deep red crimson colored aura around him.
'Why are you glowing?'
"I know. Marcilene. No need to yell, you're making him cry."
His voice was calm and stoic as he told the young girl.
I calm my crying and look at his crimson aura.
The aura moved as he spoke, I reach out my hand to try and grab it and see my hand is small, smooth and brown skinned. I turn my head down to see my entire body is small and young.
'I'm a baby. I was wondering who he was carrying me like this...'
"How about we name him Lazuli?! I think it sounds cool!"
'That sounds horrible!'
The giant laughs.
"Yes, I think Lazuli will work. Welcome to Reight Lazuli. I'll be your father. My name is Steel, but you'll call me dad."
'WHAT!?'
He pats the young girls head:
"Just like Marcilene."