Chapter 1
It was 1867, First day of December. Street was usually quiet and peaceful. The trees were all skinny and eaten up. Not everything is brightly colored. To put it another way, the earth is incredibly dry. Yet, what was the end result of all this excitement? Danger. Everyone was aware of the build-up. But no one paid attention to it. No one paid attention to the sufferings and disappointments of every leading person who died as a result of the tragedy they had brought upon us. Nonetheless, we have arrived. Sipping tea and haggling over dumb Christmas trees.
“Marc!” Mother Aronette screamed angrily. “Come sit with us, sweetheart; you don’t want to miss out!” I set the cup of tea on the silver circular table for a few moments. I didn’t want to sit, but I couldn’t help myself. When I go to see, there’s usually “news,” but what could Mother want on such a day? The moon had only just begun to rise. There is no one sleeping. Not to mention eating. So, what’s the deal? Why are you doing this now? She looked at me as if I had done something wrong when I stepped into the Dining Room. Her brows were up, her legs were tapping, and she began speaking to my grandparents in an incomprehensible tone. However, it exuded such obnoxious intent. “Mother?” I spoke myself calmly. She raised her head, clicked her tongue, and then waited for a moment. She started scratching her head repeatedly and didn’t say anything for a while. She chose to stand up and say something to me that I will never forget. “Don, your brother, is on his way over. Because he’ll be staying for a while, make sure his bedsheets are ready in the top floor room to the left.” She had to wait for an answer before continuing. The look of dread on my face would hardly make someone happy. “That man is not coming to this house!” I yelled fiercely. “What is he doing in this place? It’s the most wonderful time of the month, and someone decides to destroy it? What the holy hell is going on here...” I was enraged, and all I wanted to do was chuck everything. That man was the last person I wanted to see. Anything but HIM, please. “No one is going to ruin the most delightful time of the month,” she sneered. “What?” I retorted angrily. “He’ll just be staying with us—remember, he’s a member of our family. We’re a part of his family.” “Lunatics do not belong in the family!” I screamed. “He’s not a LUNATIC!” exclaims the narrator. She screamed angrily. “Enough,” yelled a loud thud from the dining room table. “We’re not going back and forth on this, Marc. Your mother has made the decision that your brother will pay us a visit. He’s staying, whether you like it or not.” Father was ecstatic. “He’s not coming to see us,” I stated. There was complete silence in the room. No one said anything, and I just stared at Mother. Waiting. Please, Mother, do whatever you want. I wished for it. She remained silent. I studied Father’s dissatisfied expression. “I’m not preparing the bed,” I grumbled, “you can do that yourself.” With my round fist, I banged the table shut. I rushed out the door, attempting to process what had just transpired as I walked around the neighborhood. “Don?” I stated. I’m hurriedly zipping up my coat and muttering something under my breath. Am I a bad person? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. A sick man should not be cared for with tenderness; instead, he should be shut away from the rest of society, and I am not wrong in my opinion. After all, the catastrophic argument was a blunder. Normally, I wouldn’t give a damn. I’d immediately dismiss his presence. The first time I’ve been able to sit back and relax without having to worry about who or where my family has been deported to. It’s just the three of us: myself, me, and me. On the other hand, this Man, I chuckled. This man should not be permitted to live once more! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, He’s utterly out of his mind! The more I consider it, the more disturbed I am with each passing second. What if he tries to assassinate my parents as a result of my disappearance? As a form of redemption... for his own mistakes, he’ll see this as an opportunity to kill them in a fit of rage! But how could I possibly go back? After causing so much embarrassment? What are they going to say now? That I am irresponsible, and I must accept the fact that Don will be remembered as the “nice and hard-working son.” For Christ’s sake, I am the WEALTHIEST! I did fidget for quite some time. But, after much deliberation, I’ve decided to walk back to Mother dear’s house.
