It made me wake up from the zombie version of myself. I'm still lucky that the electric current had vanished in my intestines, though I felt like my esophagus burned. It became more painful when I drank a cup of cold water.
You would not believe me, but this is really what life is like on the island of Sequijor. No doubt, it's very warm during the day and very cold during the night because even the hottest water can't endure in my intestines. I don't know if this is still normal or abnormal, but in my mind it's paranormal.
Time flies, as the clock's hand feels tired while pointing at five o'clock in the morning. Perhaps it grew tired of being hung on the wall.
Edward and Messy Sippy had just woken up too. Messy Sippy was just wearing a miniskirt, while my dad was wearing his boxer shorts when they went out of their bedroom.
I don't know what's happening to them. They looked like zombies who were just minding their own steps wherever they went. Perhaps they were tired of doing wonders last night.
"Oh! Son, you're already awake. What happened to you yesterday?" Edward asked. "You looked so exhausted that you had forgotten about the food you were cooking."
Dad sounds dubious, but there's only one thing that's certain: he's asking me where I went last night. He sat down on the couch beside me, while Messy Sippy went towards the kitchen and made sure to blend their coffees.
I didn't reply to anything. My father may scold me because I went to my grandma's house without telling him. I also accidentally fell asleep while the cookers were still on. I know that I'm turning seventeen this August, but it's still my father's responsibility if I do something unlawful.
"Why were you lulled there? I'm just asking if where you went or what you did yesterday was." The words totally came out of his lips. "I won't punch you, son, so say something."
I'm going to say the word "something," but I don't want my father to mock me. That's why I didn't. I just looked down at my feet. I know that it's still early to go to school.
"I went to my grandmother's house." I told the truth.
"You went to see your grandmother?" Edward is surprised.
I nodded, as if I was weak because I had not slept well.
"Have you forgotten that your mother told you not to go see your grandmother anymore? Why did you disobey her?"
Edward! Can you stop mentioning her? How can you say that if you left us when I was an ant? He abandoned us just as my mother was about to give birth to me! I'm curious how he knew that my mother didn't want me to see my grandma.
I didn't say anything. My dad couldn't stop me if I wanted to go somewhere, and I didn't want to imprison myself in his house. It's a matter of fact that life is more exciting outdoors than indoors, because the world seems so small inside the house.
Dad might be uncomfortable that he's the only one who's talking, so he stood up and went inside the kitchen. Meanwhile, I went back to my bedroom to get myself prepared for the monotonous trip to school.
In just a thousand blinks of an eye, I'm still not ready to go to school. Something messes with my mind, as if there's something that I've forgotten to bring. I don't know what it is. Perhaps my bed and pillow. Oh, what kind of boy am I to bring those things? That might be the result of having inadequate sleep last night.
I'm hoping that it won't be boring in school later, but I don't want to expect it because my friend Kiko may not be attending class again. Perhaps he's out of jokes that he can't make himself laugh at. If he won't go to school anymore, alas! He'll just put his one year in vain.
I went out of my bedroom and sat on the couch for a while, waiting for something that I didn't know. Messy Sippy and Edward went out of their bedroom too. They are now wearing clothes with collars.
Messy Sippy looked at me and at my dad. "Love, your son is still here. Perhaps we can let him ride with us?" she asked.
Do I want to ride with them? Of course not. They will just make me feel envious. I will sit in the backseat and stare at them like nothing. I should walk, and I can see my crush; she might walk with me, and our hands are holding each other's.
I was going to say no, but a different thing came out of my lips. "A—aw!" I exclaimed. What kind of ghost is this who slapped me again? I will lose my mind if this continues.
"O son! What's happening to you?" Edward asked. "Is there something wrong that made you exclaim?" He looks worried.
I was surprised by what my stepmother saw on his face. I knew it was caused by the ghost who was always following me, but I did not know what to say to them.
I was going to say nothing, but Messy Sippy noticed something and said, "Love, look! On Ezekiel's face, a hand-like bruise?" She sounded interrogative and was curious while looking at me. She also infected my dad.
It was caused by the ghost! But I didn't expect that it would create a hand-like bruise on my face. Fortunately, I'm not so genius, but at times that I need to use my noodles, especially to be not so obvious, I find an excuse.
"Don't worry, Aunt Magdalene, I just slapped my face. You know, I'm still drowsy," I said. It's an irony that I was taken aback by that hand's scourge, and it woke me up to become more energetic and pretend that everything was fine.
"He's just fine, love. We must go now," Edward said.