Staring at the ceiling, Nana's words replayed in my head. The fact my two loving parents are gone forever, it was just too much for me to handle. I grew silent as memories of all the happy times I had with them replayed over and over. I loved my parents so much that finding out they died was just too much for me. Why couldn't she wait to tell me that? Why tell me when I first woke u instead of waiting for a better time? With all the questions coming back, my mind went back to one main thing. How did the fire start? It was such a mystery to me that I felt the need to now. Was it because of my gift? Was it because of my ability? Great, now the questions are coming back to me like a swarm of bees. As I spent my days at the hospital, I noticed the progress I've been making on getting back on my feet. To be frantic, being a teenager with little knowledge of how his life will turn up now was scary. I wonder if Nana was going to be my guardian for now on. Every other family member I have is either in another country or just not reachable.
The hospital got a call about whether or not, Nana would be able to take care of me due to her age. So without her knowing, they decided to put me up for adoption while hiding the nature of my gift. The little knowledge about how I got this ability was from one simple DNA mutation. My parents always thought of it as a gift from a power ancestor in my mom's family history. I hold little knowledge of this great ancestor so I can't really think of anything great to say about them.
I woke up to feeling like I was able to move once again. However, my heart still felt sore from the fact of knowing that my parents are gone. I wasn't sure how to expect this fact but the doctor and nurse told me this simple phrase.
"Stay calm. This way you won't lose control and end up controlling it."
Following those words, I had to remain calm for the sack of those around me. The weather responds to my emotions. But when I use it on my own, I start feeling dizzy and most of the time sick. It had limits so I was often seen at the hospital because of those limits. But now, I'm in the hospital recovering from a house fire with no knowledge of how it even started. The T.V was and I was eating a meal in bed, there was no seasoning in the food so it tasted poorly. Stuck in bed watching nothing more than people talk about today's problems, some channels speaking of famous people and then going to the cartoons. Boring to be indoors by your lonesome. Yes, there were times I wish to be alone, but right now I wanted someone to hold. I wanted nothing more to actually have a friend by my side while I'm going through this tough time. Do I even have any friends that know what happened?