Chapter 8 - The Unknown part II
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Another voice spoke as well. He and the rest answer for everyone.
The girl didn’t say a word. All she had was a smirk plastered on her face. They couldn’t see what her expression was. They didn’t want to dare her. Nor did they want to question her motives. Without her turning around, she knows which nine of them have chosen. After a few minutes, the nine people got up and bowed to her. Then, they disperse as they split up. The only three remaining seated. They wait for their task. Silence has captured the night. They didn’t move an inch. Only the bright light coming from the crystal ball was the main focus for these three.
Unknown #1 POV
A vast land is what I have seen. A majority of a time. People are always the same. Nothing changed. Their behaviors. Their actions. Their emotions. They are all the same. It’s a never ending story. No matter what skin color you are. No matter what race or ethnicity. Or language you spoke of. You are one in the same. And yet there is violence and racism that comes and goes in a blink of an eye. Is that what being human is all about? Is this how your kind treats you as it is? No fair treatment. No justice. To the injustice of being treated wrongly as an accuser. Without finding evidence that you are the guilty party. Aren’t we all the same? Are we born the same? We share the same emotions.
We share the same blood. But, why? Why are we as humans being treated differently? Because of the color of our skin? Isn’t that the same as them treating us as a beast? A monster. Do they treat us because of the difference of our gender? Or the races, the ethnicity, the language we spoke? Why do we have to look at each other differently? The way I see it, it’s just an excuse. An excuse to make you feel like you're the superior one. You’re just scared of what others think of you. Or maybe because you’re afraid to die. I’ve walked many times. Looking back over and over. I see men who betray women. I’ve seen parents betraying children.
Or having their parents abandon them as a child. Or worse abusing them where it hurts. Is this how we become a human in a community that doesn’t accept us as a whole? I’ve seen people start as strangers. Then friends. Then lovers. Then husband and wife. Yet I see a lot of those fake people. People who pretend to be your friend. Or pretend to be your lover. Or pretend that your husband and wife. It’s like you want to receive a prize at the end of everything. A man cheating on a wife. A wife cheating on a husband. That’s like having an affair with someone. It’s the infidelity of every marriage you go through. As for a boy asking a girl out, they become boyfriend and girlfriend.
Why ask the person out in the first place if you’re going to end up cheating on them? If you fall in love, okay. If you say you love them then that’s just empty promises. An empty promise that makes people feel secure. If you really love a person, there shouldn’t be any questions. Loving a person is unconditional. If you really love someone, but then go back with the words you say; it means nothing. You’re just fooling around. You’re just hurting someone to increase your ego. I’m not biased about anything. But, that’s how I see it in everyday life. Whether I go out with friends or family or just by myself. This is how I see or observe from a mile away.
Couples have a lovers quarrel. They argue. Then fight. Then make up. Then you do it all over again. That’s how I guess for others to strengthen their bond. I’m not an expert in love. But, I have experienced what men would say to a woman. It’s easy to identify who’s a player. Who’s a gold digger? Who just wants to get into your pants. Who thinks that they are bigger people. They can get what they want. And yet they don’t receive any consequences of doing it. Life sucks. We sucks. Well not in general. We are too easy to forgive. Without having them work their a*s to return the trust they have lost or broken.
There’s never any easy route in everything. There’s nothing free in life. We always have to work hard. We can’t get things for free. Why get things free if it would also affect others in doing so? I find it the hard way. The hard way of life. The hard way of finding the truth. Right after people say things to make it a lie. They would lie to protect the truth. How is that any different than us? I watch humans everyday. Them doing their own things. They come and go. Just like friendship. They are easy to break. They are to betray someone when it comes to loving a person. I hate humans. They say things. But they don’t really act upon it. You know the saying, “ actions speak louder than words “.
I’m sure everyone has experienced it. You’ll know if someone doesn't love you; it is because of their actions. The actions they have behind your back. The actions of hiding the truth. The actions of lying to someone in their face. When the truth would always come out of hiding no matter how much you tried. Facing the truth does hurt. But, that is what makes us stronger as a human being. You could understand whether someone is lying easily. You could read their body language. Their gestures. Their expression. The way someone stutters at the end of the sentence or in the beginning. Or if someone tries to hide things right away. They would change their answers if you ask them a question.
Either on the spot or later on. Or if you try to ask them a question they would make an excuse of saying they don’t know the reason. Or they would change it to saying “ I love you, you know that “ or they would say “ You’re beautiful. You’re the only girl in my heart “. I find humans to be so fragile at anything as possible. They bleed so easily. However; I found a more likeness of a group of humans. Humans who prey on the weak. To get something in return. For this group of humans, they are hiding their true self. They do not wish for others to see who they really are.
In particular, the humans I had my eyes on are of course nine human males and two human females. The nine human males are Oliver Anderson, Oscar Becketts, Orion Blackwell, Orlando Cohen, Oswaldo Smith, Omar Harrison, and Jerome ‘ Carter. The other two human females are Acadia Braxley, and Soraya Miller. The other two male humans are not named yet. Because, the two are human males that are from ‘ Rina ‘ Sawyer’s past. As we speak, she doesn’t remember anything. Well mostly she ends up forgetting the people she met so far. Or the people that once hurt her. I sigh watching these pathetic humans living their lives everyday. Like no care in the world. I sigh again.
The time of essence is coming. A big occurrence is about to happen in the human world. I cannot say I will enjoy it. But, I am here to watch her grow and mature. Hopefully this time ‘ Rina ‘ Sawyer remembers both her past, present and future. Since, I do know that even for her; something big is about to happen.
// END OF UNKNOWN #1 POV //
In a deep slumber that both Jerome and Rina succumbed to; there wasn’t no one around. It was an eternity of darkness. In their eyes, Jerome was sleeping peacefully with his girl. But, do you ever wonder what Jerome was dreaming about? Let's see how his mind works.
inside a dream-like state in Jerome’s mind
There stands alone in the pitiful state of a boy. A boy who looks weak and insignificant. He had a loving family. Yet, the one thing he wishes to have is to be with his biological family. He didn’t know who his real mother and real father were. He only knew that the people raised him as if he was their son. He didn’t know he was adopted at first. It was supposed to be a happy family. He remembered it as if it happened three days ago. However; it happened a long time ago. His parents tell him everything. He just doesn’t really pay attention to much.
Three days before
“ Come here my son! “ a male voice calls out to him from a distance.
“ What is it father? “ a boy voice replied back to his father.
A boy walked out of his room. He pauses his game. He was playing call of duty when his father called. When he reached the living room, all his family were there. His three older sisters. And his two older brothers. Plus one younger brother. They don’t look the same as him. Nor did his mom and dad. He doesn’t have the same physical appearance as them. He didn’t think about it too much. He just liked the life he had. Until now.
“ My son please, you need to sit down for this, “ a male voice that sounded like his father as he saw his mother started to fidget around.
The boy did what he was told. So, he sat down on the couch. While his siblings were also sitting on the couch. But, they sat on the other side. There was no one by his side. Silence filled the air. He looked at his siblings. But, they weren’t looking at him. He looked at the ceiling. Then he looked at his mom and dad. They looked away from them. At that moment, he thought something was wrong.
“ What’s going on? You guys sound like there’s a burglar or a fire passing around here “ said the boy as he took a deep breath not knowing what was going on.
The man looked at his wife. The woman looked at her husband. They both sighed. And then nodded at each other. The man looked at his children. Their children looked at them. And they also nodded at them.
“ I don’t know how to say this to you my son, but…“ the boy’s father as they looked at the floor.
The man’s wife sighs. She closed the distance to her husband. She held his hands as tightly as it could be. The boy’s siblings already knew what their parents were going to say to him.
“ My boy. Just remember that you will always be our son. Even after you learned the truth “ said the woman as tears ran down her face.
The fact the woman has to break this down to their son. They decide to introduce themselves along with their children to the boy.
“ My son, we aren’t your parents. And these kids aren’t your brother and sister “ said the man and woman as they tried to break it to him slowly.
The boy’s eyes were shaken as they grew wide.
“ t-t-That’s I-i-impossible. You’re my m-m-mother. And you’re my f-f-father “ said the boy as he tries not to stutter in every sentence as the realization hits him like a brick wall.
They stayed quiet. No one says anything.
“ Brother and sister you knew about this. But why? “ said the boy as he shook his head vigorously.
They sigh again.
“ If you’re not my real parents. Then who am I? “
“ Who are you? “
“ Was I kidnapped by you ? “
“ Did you never love me at all? “
“ Is that why you gave me a hard time? “
“ Was it because I’m NOT your son!!! “
“TELL ME!!!!! “
The boy was mad. He didn’t know what’s going on. He doesn’t know who he was. And these people in front of them were like a stranger to him this entire time as he was growing up. He asks questions after questions. The boy stayed quiet. He was furious like a beast. His eyes were in flames like a hungry madman. His fist wants to punch every living person on earth. He was turning into a monster. A full-on rage. It awakens the dark side of him. It’s not a monster. But, a part of him is an evil person. He wants to m******e everyone who knows the truth. But, he didn’t want to be in prison. Silence filled the air again.
The loud anger that he roared across them. Each one of them flinched on every sentence the boy says. They sigh over and over. The woman didn’t step closer to the boy. She fears that he might hurt her after knowing who they are. The man sighs. The married couple’s children shake their heads in fear. This was the first time these people saw the boy really angry.
“ My name is Annabelle Taylor “ the woman who had hope in her eyes as she spoke her name to the boy.
The boy looked at her. He was in pain. In his eyes, the woman had a medium short bob hair style that looked like a mushroom. Her hair color was light black. Her eyes were brown. She was medium short like a koala. But, she was fierce like a lion when you angered her. She’s around the height past her husband’s shoulder. Her skin was a mixture of light to tan brown. In which others would mistake her as Spanish or Latin America. When in reality she’s filipino and she could speak chinese.
Annabelle pointed at her husband. He nodded at her gesture.
“ My name is Alfred Taylor “ the man who had sadness in his eyes after the guilt that eats him alive.
The boy looked at the man. In his eyes; he had black bobby hair style. It just looks like he’s losing hair from not getting enough sleep. He had brown eyes. He was more gentle than the man’s wife. He mostly stayed quiet. He’s not very talkative. He’s a passive type of person. He wasn’t angry. But, he was calm like a teddy bear.
“ And these are our children. Our sons' names are Roman, Daniel and Levi Taylor “ said Mr. Taylor as he introduced his sons to the boy as he pointed out each one by their names.
“ And these are our children. Our daughters' names are Rosemary, Daphne and Lindsey Taylor “ as Mrs. Taylor as she introduces her daughters to the boy as she pointed out each one by their names.
They finish introducing themselves one by one. Then they sigh again.
“ As for you my boy “ as Mr. and Mrs. Taylor pointed at him.
“ Your real name is Jeremy ‘ Jerome ‘ Carter ‘ “ as Mr. and Mrs. Taylor told the boy his real name.
He started to calm down after these people introduced themselves. But, he looked at them as a stranger.
“ If my name is Jeremy Carter then why do I only remember my name as Adrian Taylor '' as the boy took a deep breath as he shook his head in disbelief.
“ Adrian Taylor is just an alias name for you, so you could live a normal life here with us. Without any care of the world. Even your parents would agree to it. But we have not met them at all “ said Mr. Taylor.
The boy was skeptical of them. How did these people know what’s best for him if they haven’t met his real parents? They looked at his face. And knew what he was asking.
“ We found you by our doorstep. You were in a basket. You were wrapped in a blanket. There was a note in it. But there wasn’t no name and no address. It just told us to take care of you and raise you as our own “ said Mr. and Mrs. Taylor after they told Jeremy the truth after so many years of hiding the truth.
… END OF DREAM-LIKE STATE INSIDE OF JEREMY’S MIND …
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