Taking the strange tiny ball of light in my hands, I let it float slightly above my palm. The ball of light just randomly showed up out of nowhere. I was sitting under the old oak tree, up on the hill behind my grandma’s farm when it just appeared. I was so surprised I sadly spit out the milk I was drinking. Ahhh! What a waste of fresh milk! If you could only see the devastated face I was making when it happened too. Priceless. Just like my beautiful milk that is now being absorbed into the ground below me.

As you can see I love milk. It’s my favorite drink to drink. It’s very healthy and makes you grow. Not that it’s helping me any, but none the less I love it. Anyways, back to the strange ball of light. Like I said it just appeared out of thin air and simply floated in front of me, not moving at all. Strange. Very strange. Any sane person would probably be screaming, running home in a fright. Thank goodness I’m not normal.

Lifting my cupped hands slightly, the ball bounces up. Hmmm…..this could be fun!  Smacking the ball of light, it flies through the air a couple of feet ahead of me and then slowly comes to a stop. Cracking my neck and slightly bouncing on the ball of my hills I, run towards the ball of light and smack it in the air with all my strength. There is no resistance or weight at all, the little ball of light only gives off a slight warming feeling when you touch it.

The ball goes flying in the air some yards away. This little ball is really fun to play with. I was so bored with all this farm work and taking care of my old grandma by giving her foot massages every day at sundown. Thank goodness she fell asleep. Well, I can’t really call it falling asleep more than just plain old passing out from drinking the sleeping pills I crushed into her liquor. Running towards the ball I bop it sideways and it zooms through the air a couple of feet past the forest entrance. Oops. I didn’t think I hit it that hard. Biting my lip I eyeball the stationary ball. Should I go get it? I’m not allowed into the forest. I’ve been warned by my mother and grandma plenty enough times, to be weary of it. Snorting slightly, I slowly walk towards the ball.

When have I ever let rules dictate what I want to do? Plus this is fun. When was the last time I actually had fun or found something interesting? I can’t even remember. I think it was when I was five, before the unfortunate accident happened.

Breaking the tree line I approach the ball. Before I can get to it through a sudden gust of wind blows my overgrown hair into my face. Wind and hair is assaulting my face for about a minute before it suddenly stops. Whipping the hair from my face and spitting those stray hairs from my mouth I glance towards the ball of light.. to see it wasn’t there. Dang it! Where did it go?! Turning a circle I scan the forest. Ah! There it is! I barely spot the ball, but there it is. Deeper in the forest, I can see a faint glow. Shoot! It’s getting darker out. Well whatever, I’ll just play with the ball for just a little longer. I run towards the ball to smack it about, but before my hand can make contact, the ball moves away from my incoming hand.

Ohhh!! So it can move! That makes it even better. For what seems like five minutes, but probably was longer I play with the ball until I’m able to catch it.

“Hahahahaha! I got you weird ball of light! Now you are mines! Mwahahahaha!!!” I scream while clutching the light. “My precious…your all mines.” Lol I had to. It was the perfect moment to bring out my Lord of the Rings reference. Chuckling slightly at my own foolishness, I happen to look up to find………Nothing. What the heck! Turning about I see absolutely nothing. No trees. No farm. No sky. No Ground……Whoa! That’s so cool! How the heck am I standing up?! Feeling something tingling in my hand, I open it up to see the ball fluctuating slightly. Letting it go, I step back and watch the ball grow, and grow and grow. The ball keeps growing till it is about the size of a large dog. At this size, it starts to get brighter till I can barely see through the slits of my squinting eyeballs. This is painful! It flipping burns my eyes! Stop with the annoying light already! All of a sudden, everything goes dark again. Eyes closed from the light, I can now hear crickets and animals roaming around. Opening my eyes I see that I'm at the edge or the forest by the hill I was on earlier. What the heck just happened?!

Scratching my head in confusion, I then look around for the shining ball of light to see it is nowhere in sight. Well, whatever.....it was fun while it lasted. Sighing in slight longing, I walk back towards the farm, back to my boring, everyday life. Man, I wish I could have been born in another world full of great adventures. A life where I would never be bored and full of regrets. After all what 22 year old male who for some odd ass reason hasn't hit puberty yet, want to be working on a boring farm, with their drunkard grandmother who smells like liquor and shit. Damn it all!

"Dick! Get your lazy ass in this house and rub my feet!"

Damn it! She woke up! I thought I put enough sleeping pills in her drink to knock her out for a whole day. Ughn.....fuck my miserable life! I wish I could be reborn somewhere awesome and not this shitty dump. Damn you grandmother! Damn you gods of misfortune! Damn you shitty parents! Damn you all! Just watch me! Someday I will disappear and become something great...something better than this shitty world deemed my worth to be. Just you all watch. It will happen. Also, who the fuck names their child dick?! Only someone who hates their kid would give them  such a god awful name. People just don't understand the ridicule a child gets when they are named after a sexual organ. Poor young dick, may he rest in piece.  Amen.

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"Hurry up you sack of cow dung! what the hell are you good for anyways! You never do anything right! You're nothing like Susa or Toni at all!" She yells at me on the porch, waving a bottle of liquor through the air drunkenly.  

Irk! This woman....die already old hag. The only reason I'm here is because if I don't work here for five years, I won't get my half of the will. I'm not even sure it is actually worth it. My oh so perfect sibling already got there half of the will. My famous sister got the money. The money I didn't even know my parents had, but apparently they were saving it for her. As for my smart diligent brother, he got some property that my parents also had without me knowing. They got all of the good stuff and like always I always get stuck with the shitty part. Damn it all.  

"Yea, yea I'm coming." Stupid witch of a grandmother. "Old hag." I couldn't help whispering at the end.

"What did you say!" She screams in my face as I try to sidestep her on the porch. Spit flies in my face and I flinch in disgust. "Nothing grandmother." I say with a forced smile. I can't afford to make her too mad or I won't be able to get my part of the will, if she decides to kick me off her property.

"No! You said something you little shit!" She screams at me angrily while swing her bottle at me.

Swiftly moving out of the way of the bottle, I skip to the side barely making it out of the way of the incoming bottle.

"Watch it old hag!" I accidentally scream at her hatefully. She freezes and then swift as a snake snaps her head at me. She spins her head to fast I hear a crack from her neck. Ouch! That had to hurt, but I don't see any inclination that she even felt it. All I see is a cold hate filled face full of so much rage that her face as turned a bright red color, that I'm sure isn't normal for someone of her age. All of a sudden I feel a sharp pain in the side of my head. Before I could react she had hit me hard with the bottle in my head, so hard that the bottle breaks and I am pushed into the railing on the deck. Not even that stops me from falling.

Not that it is surprising or anything, the railing was old anyways and needed to be fixed. It was always wobbly and seemed like it would break if even a little speck of dust brushed it, just like the house and the old hateful hag who has just assaulted me.what the hell is up with that anyways!?! Isn't she too old to have that much strength!?

Well, actually they do say crazy people for some reason are usually stronger than they look. I guess that applies to the old ones as well. Shit, why does it feel like something is sticking out of my stomach?  Looking down, which might I add was super hard for some odd reason, I see something sticking out of my stomach. Not understanding what it is, I stare at it till tears come to my eyes. I stare at it till the pain finally registers to my brain and I finally understand what is happening. The railing that I demolished on my way down had broken and speared me through the stomach.

Freaking out from the fact that something has pierced my body, I try to move, but nothing happens. I can barely move my head at this point, but looking past the fact that I was just shish kabobed, I see a pool of red stuff  soaking into my clothing. Its memorizing, it just glistens in the moonlight, reflecting the moon and stars. Turning the sky red.

Wait…….What the Fuck?! The hell am I thinking?! I sound like Nicole?! That crazy artsy girl who use to make it her everyday goal to freak me the fuck out with her weird messed up psychotic views on the world. The crazy bitch. That bottle and my fall must have cracked my skull wide open.

Crap…...i'm bleeding to death….where the hell is that crazy old hag? A little help would be nice. Even though we don't get along, she is still family. You would think she would at least feel something as her grandson slowly bleeds to death because of her. With the little bit of strength I have left, I painfully trist my head to look for her. Spotting a pair of old pterodactyl feet next to my head, I look up. I look right into the smug face of evil. This bitch! She is smiling like she just won a million bucks. We stare at each other until everything starts to darken. Before it all turns black, I hear one last thing.

“Have fun in hell you little shit. I'll be seeing you later on, you worthless nothing. I hope you fully feel the pain of what you caused us in the afterlife.” The hateful old hag says loathsomely.

Well fuck you too old hag, and with those last words in my panfilled mind,everything then disappears into nothingness.