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Chapter 1 - Our blood might as well be water...

My family and I were driving home one night. Our automobile was likewise dark blue that night, and I recall my mother pleading with my father to drive. I believe it was something to do with the headlights not working.

I'm not sure why it occurred; all I know is that trouble followed us, the Smiths everywhere we went. As a result, something of that nature isn't worth what I'm going to inform you. As my siblings and I tightened our seatbelts, we started telling terrifying stories and progressed to making humorous jokes.

I recall my sister Joi delivering this fantastic joke that seemed to be amusing to everyone else. Mia, soon to be Mia Smith, my mother, would constantly say. "Always, and I mean always, keep your eyes on the road when driving."

However, in this situation, my mother disregarded her own counsel, and as a result, she failed to keep her eyes on the road, resulting in the injuries of many. My siblings all came out with bruises and one with a sprain, I suppose. My father and mother, on the other hand, were unharmed.

They claim that the automobile that hit us had enough force to utterly destroy and flip our car over. The automobile that had done it had obviously not stopped to assure our safety. That's what they label a "hit and run," I suppose.

Before I passed out, I recall everyone rushing out of the car as quickly as they could. When they saw I hadn't come out, I believe it was my sister, Grace, who raced back inside the car to protect me. Afterwards, I believe I heard an explosion whilst having my feet dragged across the dirt.

My sister and I, they claim, were almost caught up in the blast. And neither my mother, nor my father, or Joi came to my or Grace's aid. Now, you can absolutely say they were caught up in the moment.

When the automobile blew up, Grace made an extra effort not to stop but to rush me to a hospital. The only time they volunteered to assist Grace in carrying me was halfway there. No matter how many times she warned them, something was wrong.

It's true what they say: trust must always be earned, and now I know it extends to your own family. Later that night, I felt helpless since no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't open my eyes or even talk! Then I understood, just before the doctor opened the door and told my family the truth, I was in a coma.

Despite the fact that I was in a coma, I never once heard my parents mention my condition to the doctor. In reality, the only people that came to see me and check on me were my sister Grace and Grandfather Aalam Smith. My other sister Joi was the one person I believed I was closer to than Grace.

Despite my best efforts, I haven't been able to hear her voice since the tragedy. However, when in a comea, life felt surreal, with the exception of my sister Grace stopping by virtually every day and informing me about her day. Oh, I remember when she initially told me about her boyfriend, and later on, when he dumped her.

When she came to me that day, I was furious. I simply wanted to get out of bed and go teach that man a lesson. But then I couldn't hear anything for some time, till I awakened with my Grandfather at my side. When I awoke, I couldn't pull myself up for some strange reason; all I could do was babble.

I went on and on describing everything I heard while in a coma until the doctor stepped back into the room. They gave it to my Grandfather and me straight; I was immobilized from the waist down. According to the doctor, if I had suffered a little more damage higher up, I may have lost my spleen or perhaps my life.

I attempted to divert attention away from the mushy issue by inquiring as to where everyone else was and had gone. Although, like the doctor, my Grandfather took a seat before speaking, he delivered it to me straight. "The day your mother and father went to marry oversea, they never returned," he remarked.

And they left no sign of their locations, and they took your sisters as well." So you mean they basically left me to fend for myself, and all this time I believed we were a family?! They did, however, provide you with something, Landon; they entrusted you with an entire corporation to oversee.

For however long I've been leading the company, it has made notable successes on a global scale. But I'm sure they didn't say they left it behind for me, did they? Not precisely, but after you reach the age of eighteen, the corporation will be yours.

Grandpa, you and I both know that's assuming they don't show up to reclaim it when I turn eighteen! Landon, sometimes in life it's preferable to look at the broader picture as well as the brighter picture. Now, let's get you dressed and on your way home; I hope you can enjoy our new household.

My Grandfather continued to provide financial assistance to me like a parent would. He learnt how to handle and manage a well-known business. All I knew was that no matter how badly I wanted that football scholarship, it wasn't going to happen.

I had to get creative and explore my extremely restricted alternatives, even though I knew I could always rely on my grandfather. But one day he won't be here, and I'll be a crippled, useless orphan. "There isn't enough money in the world to repair my legs," the students at my school would remark.

And they weren't wrong, money can't solve everything, but action can. So I began studying and studying until, I caught the eyes of many, and began receiving scholarships of all kinds. Everything was going fine until the night before my 18th birthday.

That night, everything changed; everyone I cared about in the world had gone on, and I was the only one who remained locked in the past. That was the night of my grandfather's death, in other words. My Grandfather Aalam Smith provided me with everything conceivable, including loving affection, dedication, and, most importantly, a family.

Aalam Smith was my sole family member, and I'll be running the Crazy Smith Enterprise in his honor starting tomorrow. My grandfather, Aalam Smith, lived a lengthy life of 68 years.

Aalam Smith - Favorite Quote; Sometimes in life it's preferable to look at the broader picture as well as the brighter picture.