Chapter 37
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Chapter 37
Jake’s POV,
I think with bad luck, god gave me a power to sense a danger coming my way. There is more than one incident to go to for proof. When I was five, I won a martial arts tournament and made dad a proud dad. The picture of that day still hangs in my room. Then I won a story telling competition and made mom proud, I had a framed picture of that too. I stare it every day trying to remember what really happened. Just that day when we were back home, I got my tree house on fire, I don’t know what I was doing there, I don’t even like the smell of old wood. Dad told me it was because I was trying to take a room heater there so I can play in cold, a short circuit burned it to ashes. I still don’t remember anything about that day or my life before that day, when I try to remember, my head feels like splitting in half, so I gave up trying long ago.
My first memory of being alive was being home and not knowing anything that I look at, I couldn’t recognize mom and dad and Jerry and my school friends were strangers too. My own house felt strange, I started to keep into myself all the time like everyone else were my enemies. I didn’t know what I used to love to eat, what my favorite restaurant was, or my favorite cartoon, comic or games. The feelings from back then are still fresh in my mind, the feeling of being surrounded by so many people but still feel a whole deep enough in my heart like I've been broken, alone, scared. That feeling never get away. I was told that it was the trauma of the fire that made my memories weak, but if I try hard enough to remember I might have my memories back. That didn’t happen. Mom told me I don’t need to remember anything that she will make sure I don’t have any problem with anything anymore. I didn’t think of it as weird then, I was too young to make any sense out of my situation. But I remember mom, how she reacted every time I was not around her. When I'm with her, she is cheerful, she always made great food for me, read me stories, smile all the time but when no one is there she would cry and cry, cry so much until her body give out and she pass out cold on the floor. Dad would run to her and take her to bed. I didn’t know why she was so upset because I didn’t feel any love for her. I just thought she was some weird woman grieving for her lost toy. I still don’t know what made her so upset I was back, whole. But that got less and less the more my life became normal and doctor’s visit became less frequent. I think it was because she was sad for me, it was because she wanted to be strong for me and since she couldn’t cry in front of me, she did it when she thought I wasn’t looking.
She was so upset I couldn’t tell her about my nightmares. Dad was always so angry, so distant, so strict on me I gave up telling anyone about it long ago. I used to think it was the trauma doing that to my head and I've been hiding it from my family and my therapist since. It was only after I started to live separate that I had the courage to open up to my therapist. She knew about it, but she said it could be because of how lonely and scared I was in the tree house. It could also be because of my fall from ten feet from the top of the burning tree house into the snow. I can never know for sure, it’s too late to know anyway and I've learned to live with it. the last time was actually the first time I've seen something new in my dream, I saw myself and I saw another pile of weapons. I felt blood around me, the smell was so livid. It’s never happened before. I think it’s because I was mixing dream with reality. The monsters of my dream to the demons of reality. It shouldn’t happen again.
Things were going well. I was so close to be a part of investigation for a murder spree, I was close kinda doing well with Emily and then bad luck strike me again. Something bad was bound to happen that is going to alter my life and no matter how much I resist, I will have to give it up and move where the tides of my life take me.
I drove myself home after I was freed from the station. My lawyer took permission for me to fly out of the state. I'll have to be summoned back whenever they need me and I promised my corporation. I can't fly out of the country, not that I was planning to. I just want to fly out of the state now. Mom said she needed to see dad first. They had to leave home when police began to rummage through my stuff after my arrest. They barged in the house. Dad couldn’t watch it, they took off to a hotel where Jerry stays. She also told me to get whatever is necessary for me, we’ll be flying to New York in two hours.
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