Golden Fate

My room's carpet contains so many pictures when you really look at it. Squiggle castles, crack caverns, bump cities. A kingdom of peace and kindness, no evil monsters, no villains, only princes and princesses was displayed before me. Minutes, hours, weeks, who knows how long I had been contemplating the magic of my carpet in an attempt to forget the evil monsters and villains of my own world. Bands of treacherous cliques, snobby jocks, and hurtful bullies haunted my schools halls; a never ending supply of villains.1

I was snapped back to the world of reality by the throbbing pain in my head. I was hanging upside down on the edge of my bed and my head was full of blood. Glancing around my dismal, black room I noticed my dresser draw was open. Reluctantly I pushed myself of the bed and took a few steps over to my dresser. Before closing it I saw a curious glint of gold in the corner among my various socks and underwear. I reached over and timidly probed the spot. Fire seemed to rush up my arm and explode in my head. I leaped back in shock and pain; my whole hand had turned black.2

While trying to stifle screams of pain, I stuffed my hand in the water basin by my bed. Eventually I pulled it out and was horrified to see a crumpled, smoldering mass of flesh that used to be my hand. Tears welled in my eyes and quickly I attempted to blink them back. Huddled in the corner I rocked back and forth, stroking my “hand”. My vision became blurry, my head pounded and every nerve was on fire through out my arm. Meaningless words tumbled from my lips in a mass of confusion. A world of pain surrounded me, nothing mattered anymore, nothing existed anymore; it was just me and my pain. 3

All of a sudden, out of the blue, it stopped. It stopped, it ceased, it came out of existence, the whirl wind of pain…was gone. Several minutes later I was released from shock and plucked up enough courage to glance at my hand. No longer was it black, but a comforting sea blue. I stared at it for what seemed like hours in pure shock. My mind wasn’t functioning correctly anymore, I just couldn’t think. Eventually I roused myself and crawled back to the dresser. Timidly I once more reached out for the gold glint. Before touching it I snatched my hand back in realization of what I was doing and grabbed a sweater to protect my hand. Closer…closer…there, I had it! Cradled in my hand was a letter, an envelope to be exact addressed to me.4

The strangest thing was it wasn’t my name on the front and yet I was certain it was meant for me. Instead it said in a strange writing “#%$#&>~@!” I hadn’t the slightest idea what it meant but had a powerful feeling it was my name. My name in an ancient, or futuristic language, was printed on…what looked like gasoline on the front of a bright gold envelope. Silently I opened it, reached inside and pulled out my destiny... 5

To be continued6