Chapter 3,5

I am 6.

I am back at my house.

In the room with mirrors.

I hated this room.

My dad opened the door and came up to me.

"Do you see him"

He pointed at my reflection in the mirror.

I said yes.

He smacked me.

"You don't get to talk in this house."

I didn't cry.

I was used to this.

I nobbed my head.

He pointed in my reflection and said.

"He is a worthless human being."

'No I am not'

"He will only cause pain everywhere he goes."

'No I won't'

"He should die and not cause any problems any more."

'No I Will Not!'

He looked at me and the frown I had on my face.

"Well, after all this year's I thought that you would understand and not try to resist me."

I looked away from him.

"But your mother saw the resistance in your eyes."

I looked up to him terrified.

"And though that it would be best if we-

.........

It was years after that "talk" I had with my father.

I was at the basement of  his house.

He beat into me everything my father and my mother were trying to teach me.

I tried to resist as much as I could but everyone has their breaking point.

The door opened.

I didn't bother to look who was at the door until I heard his voice.

"Well someone has come to take you back."

I made no movement.

"Surprise !! It's your father, aren't you happy?"

I was as still as the water.

"Aw well ... get up."

I got up.

He took me by the arm and we were at the doorway.

My father was there.

"Hello son."

I gave no response.

He smiled.

'Oh well..' I thought.

When I went home you could say I received a "warm" welcome.

............

I am now 15 years old.

I guess I still have something to look forward to.

Seeing as I am still alive.

But I guess that will change one of those days.

My parents are trying their hardest to get rid of me.

It's funny at this point.

............

I guess I made it to 20.

Today my lovely parents are kicking me out of the house.

It's to be expected at this point.

I had 17 failed attempts and they aren't having it anymore.

I guess I just won't die.

Ha, funny.

Oh well, how I survived I do not know but I think I am about to learn why.

After waisting 20 years of my life I finally get to live?

At this point there is no point in it.

I am walking down an unknown street when, someone comes from behind and puts a mask on me.

.........

I have been in here for a year.

I am 500% that my parents put them up to this.

The good thing is that now I get to talk.

It's not that I don't know how, it's more like, I never had the chance to try it.

They aren't so bad, I mean, yeah they are bad but, if I were to compare them with him and my parents then, I guess this is heaven?

Someone opens the door and comes in.

He sighs when he sees me.

"I am sorry."

He said.

'Oh, he looks nice.'

I think.

He takes me outside and the first thing I notice is, that we are surrounded by the sea.

I always wanted to go to the sea.

Who knew that I was so close to it.

He pushes me and I fall from the boat into the sea.

I have many bad experiences with water.

But I guess I don't mind it that much.

I give up fighting for air.

I am sinking.

Finally.... I get to die.

The last thing that I see is the boy that threw me of the boat jumping in.

I feel him pulling me up.

He swims up to a way smaller boat.

He pulls me up and says to me.

"Do not die, I helped you so that you get to survive from all of this, I want you to live, do not let them win."

.........

We were at this boat for more than a month.

I got to learn his name.

He is Nick.

He is 5 years younger than me.

He had a big story to tell and I was happy to hear all of it.

He named me Heaven.

He was very surprised to learn that I didn't have one.

He named me Heaven because he doesn't believe that it exists.

At first when he went to work as a fisherman, he didn't believe that a real person really lived there.

But when he made sure I was there and that I was alive, he made it his goal to save me.

It's not like I wanted to be saved.

I believe that the name he chose for me fits me because that's where I hope I end up.

..........

Two months have passed.

Nick doesn't look good.

Not only have we run out of food but every night we have been fighting with storms.

And in the mornings we fight with the unbearable heat.

I don't think we will survive for long.

...........

3 months have passed.

Last night Nick went to sleep.

He hasn't made any movement since.

I am worried.

- No you aren't.

Yes, I am.

-......ok

This passed few days I have been hearing this voice in my head.

I never got to talk with Nick about it.

Nigh time came.

A big storm is coming.

The biggest one we have had so far.

I started to shake Nick.

"Nick ?"

He made no sound or movement.

" ....Nick?"

- He is dead.

No.

- Yes.

No...

- ... yes

.......ok

I looked up at the sky.

So what now?

- We die too?

Sure.

- Yeah?

Sure.

- ...ok

I didn't fight the storm.

I let it take us where it wanted to take us.

I didn't mind anymore.

Our boat broke in half.

I didn't make any movement.

It was like I was frozen.

I ....

Do not die.

What?

I helped you so that you get to survive from all of this.

I ...... but..

I want you to live.

But I have-

Do not let them win.

Do not die, I helped you so that you get to survive from all of this, I want you to live, do not let them win.

The first thing Nick told me.

Our talks.

His story.

My conversations with him.

I have to live to remember him.

- No you don't.

Yes I do.

- No you don't you have to d-

YES, I DO.

I am Heaven remember?

I will go there someday, but not today.

- ....ok

I was fighting with the water.

And it looked like a battle I was destined to lose.

The next thing I remember is waking up at a beach.

I sat up and looked at the sea.

Everything I knew was there.

My first friend.

My heaven.

The person that named me.

- Are you happy now?

What do you mean?

- He is dead while you are not.

But he wanted me to live.

- With his life as the price?

......

- Will you listen to me now?

Sure.

- Die then.