Orphan Dragon Lord

“Tell me about yourself?” He asked me this question, an older man I'm here to watch die from some sort of sickness or old age I don't really know, all I know is he looks absolutely fine with this whole situation. “There is not much to tell really” I smile at him and give him the ice chips which is the only thing he will consume for some random reason. “Come on, im dying and all i'm waiting for is to close my eyes and go, humor me, Tell me about yourself, might make time pass faster” I smile sadly, and honestly I was going to give him the made up story I made when I moved and started College, but why not tell him the real boring one, then maybe, just maybe I will get a pad on the head and be told that I have done good and I was right in not dying. “ I don't really know where to start, '' I say as I figure out how to start the real story. “Family, friends, lovers” He says while raising his brows. This time I giggled for real, he was nice. “There is no lover” I state, still giggling. “THats hard to believe” I smile and take a cleansing deep breath as I sit down in the chair beside the bed. “Well, My name is Nadia, I just turned 26 last week” I state and he adjusts himself. “Congratulations” I smile and nod a thank you. “I'm an orphan, I was tossed in a dumpster when I was only a few hours old, still had the cord and everything. I was found by a police officer and taken to the hospital. I was going through the toughest fight of my life, apparently my birth mother had been taking drugs, so I was going through withdrawal and I was born premature, the whole deal. I was in the NICU for about 10 months. The police officer that found me had actually said he would adopt me, but he was killed in a gun fight when I was only 14 days old.” He just sat there and listened to my story, from time to time I took a sip of my coke that I had brought along. “I was place in an orphanage after my first birthday and I stayed there until I was 18 and was kicked out, I was never adopted, hell no family even requested seeing me, there was a rumor that I was a curse and anyone that came near me would have bad things happening to them, but as life had gone on, I think a curse have been put on me, that I will never get any happiness of my own.” I take a deep breath, the old man just slightly smiles at me and I continue with some tears coming from time to time. “I went to public school, got a full scholarship to a high end highschool, and college I got one too. I majored in economics and business. Thinking if I knew those two things then maybe, I could create my own happiness.” A knock on the door tells me that the nurse is here to give the old man some painkillers. I don't know his name, no one does, he was found on the street and was brought to the hospital, he was pronounced terminal and is now at the Hospice that I sometimes go to. After the nurse finishes the pain medicine he gestures to me to go on. “ I have created my own business, and it is going fairly well. That is until a guy called Gust came into my vision. I was totally played by him, we were sort of going out after an assignment we had in school, but I was not ready to deepen our relationship. And he was cool with that, I was afraid that he would be hurt in some way by my curse. But years go by and we really get on great, our relationship has not gone past that of kissing, and one day when our company is going through a win streak, he takes the chance and sells it right under my nose, forging my signature. After getting 12,6 million for the company he bolts and disappears. God with the bad I guess. The people who bought the company failed miserably and got a major lawsuit against them. Faulting me and Gust, but they could see that I had nothing to do with it, since I had not received any money, so the police went to find Gust, they did find him, he was shooting up in some abandoned building. used a lot of the money, the people who bought the company had to take responsibility for the problems with it, and I got the money that Gust had stolen from me.” The old man just nodded and I think he was thinking really hard about the creases in his forehead. “What now then? what are your plans now?” I just raised my shoulders, I don't know, I have millions but nothing to use them on. “I think ill get a drivers license?” I say more of a question to myself than to him. He started laughing. It felt like a bass was going off, my chest was vibrating by the sound he made. “That would be a good idea, I guess,” He said. After that we talked about everything and nothing at the same time. I got my driver's license and I bought a trailer car, one with a home in it. I was pretty much living in the parking lot of the hospice, just to go see the old man. Weeks went by, well actually only 17 days. When I arrived at his room and what I saw, I knew it was going to happen but I did not want it too. He was laying there looking at me coming through the door, I smiled and the tears started dripping down. He gestured to come to him, I did, he took my hands and dragged me down to him, he kissed my forehead and as I sat down the pressure from his hand was gone. He took his last breath, when I got the chance to look at him through my tears, he was smiling. Eyes closed and content. I went out to the hall to get the nurse so they could prepare him. I sat in the hallway waiting for…. I don't really know what I was waiting for, but leaving felt like a no. no. So I sat there crying and smiling remembering all the good talks and how he was. The nurse came out after around 2 hours and handed me an envelope with my name on it, but the last name was wrong, since I actually didn't have one. ‘Nadia Theodore Siverblood’ It said on the front. I took it, after discussing what was going to happen to him, I decided I was going to take care of all the finances. The nurse nodded and went away. I went into the room again taking his now cold and stiff hand in mine. opening the letter and reading. “My dear Nadia. I don't have any reliable heirs, they all pretty much have their own lifes going for them. When I ended up here, I thought I was going to die alone and lonely, but having you here as my company for the long wait, was something I can only thank the Gods for. I have talked to my lawyer, she will explain everything you are inheriting from me, you will be well provided for, even though I know you have enough money as it is, but I want to give you my home. Use it and live on well. All my love and care for you my darling. Theodore Sylvia Silverbood”