Chapter 1
Maria’s Soliloquy
I was 8 at the time, as of today me and my parents began going to church. Childish or not I began hating the thought of going to such place every Sunday and waste one hour of my time to do mostly nothing
I didn’t understand a single thing they were saying nor was I a big fan of the singing, overall church was a boring place compared to home or even school.
Why do I have to be religious? Why do I have to believe in such things? Why can’t I just live life like before? Why do I now have to thank god after every meal? All of this is such an unnecessary hassle
However maybe believing in god isn’t such a bad thing, my uncle was the one to put those thoughts into my head. He was the one that made me believe in God before he passed away from cancer.
He’s the one that had possibly made me change my view on this whole scandal
Chapter 2
Troubling Girl
“Maria wake up…” I could hear the teacher next to me, however instead of putting my head up I decided to keep it down. “Maria, last chance” with my final warning I decided to put my head up
“If I see you sleeping in my class ever again I’m going to call your mother since you’re clearly not getting enough sleep at home”
“I’ll stay up”
I’m not a troubling kid… maybe that’s a lie, but I know exactly why I’ve become such a thing in the first place.
It’s thanks to my parents and them being so strict because of stupid church. Any little thing that I do gets criticized and labeled as “siding with el Diablo” . Most parents who have religious beliefs don’t even act like them, it seems like my parents are just a special breed.
The only time I enjoy my life is at school, I get into a little trouble and my friends laugh at me and new cool people get to talk to me. School has become the only place I can enjoy myself.
Only problem would be keeping my cool school life and this religion thing separate, if those two things were ever to collide it would cause a whole mess for both sides of my life.
“Hey Maria!”
The person on my left is the one who called me out, she’s called Isabel
“One more year of High School, it’s kinda crazy when you think about it”
It was a crazy thought, to think that my life as a high school student is about to end. If I could I’d choose college, even if I fail, as long as I enjoy my life as a student longer then it would be fine. Only problem with that is the fact that my grades aren’t that good. I can already tell I’m going to get yelled at after my parents figure out my grades.
“Hey Maria, what are you going to do during summer?”
“My family is planning on going to the beach” that’s a lie, the only things going on in my house is a stupid activity and going to church on Sunday
“¿Really? What beach”
“Uhm, it doesn’t really matter right now, we still have five months till school ends”
“I see, well my family was also planning on going to the beach so I was wondering if you’d be down for both of our families to go”
“I’ll tell them when I get home” I smiled
“Sure, anyways I gotta go”
Isabel made her way over to what I assume to be her boyfriend or someone she’s trying to win over, either way the option of both of us going to the beach is out of the table.
I don’t have a normal life like you Isabel, I can’t just go to a beach and enjoy myself. What was she thinking when she asked me if I’d be willing to go with them? Thanks to her I now have a problem that I have to deal with.
“Hey Maria” A man walked over to me, his name was Paul, originally from America and moved to Mexico at the age of 10. He's my beautiful boyfriend.
I met Paul one time I snuck out of the house and went to a party, I got a bit drunk and made some close friends. Out of all of them Paul seemed special. I don't know why or how, but it seemed as if the alcohol helped me pick good men.
School was over and Paul asked to walk me over to my house. Such an event happens every once in a while and like every time this happens I have to decline like I always do.
“I’m sorry Paul, but my family is a little crazy when it comes to seeing a boy next to me, I’m currently trying to talk them down a bit but it’s gonna take awhile.”
“I see”
It’s a response that doesn’t make it seem as if I’m the sole reason for declining such a request. Instead it puts the blame on my parents without outing them as the weird people that they are.
My current condition is perfect, I’ve managed to figure out where most people live and make sure I don’t make any sort of connection with those people, if they don’t know who I am they shouldn’t care about my weird parents' hobby.
I arrived at my house, I opened the door and noticed my mothers pair of shoes. She must have had barely any work today.
“Hey sweetheart” My mom calls me out and waves me to come sit at the table, like always my dad comes in with the cooked up meal
“How was school” My dad asked
“Good”
“Well you better eat up sweety as you know what comes after this now don’t you” my mom smiled
“Yeah I know” Over the time I guess you can say that I got good at hiding some of my emotions
However the one thing that still gets me nervous is the event that comes after I’m done with my food.
I grabbed my spoon and brought the food closer and closer to my mouth
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“Maria…”
My dad called me out, of course I didn’t forget I’d just rather not do it.
With no other option I stood up and got ready to say the most basic line imaginable
“I thank god for the life he has given me, I’m happy that god managed to bless me with the luxury of having food” with that I sat down
“I’m proud of you” my dad stood up from his seat just to pat me on the back. I smiled at him
I took my time eating however with my final spoon approaching I could feel a certain feeling within me
“Well get ready”
“Yeah…”
“Oh by the way, your uncle is coming over”
“Okay”
My uncle is someone special, he’s the only one that doesn’t get filled with rage the moment I say something that is in ‘The devil's language’
It’s like a virus spread across my whole family, my dad and mother have been fully controlled by this virus while my uncle is suffering from an illness still not fully controlled. As for me, I took the vaccine.
I finished changing and with that I left home.
“Well let’s go” my mom is the one who tends to take control over this whole thing, me and dad are just sitting in the sides while we see her work
We approached our first victim. My mother knocked on the door. Only three knocks were needed before the people in the house responded.
“Hello! We came here in order to help you get closer to god”
The moment the lady opened the door I could see an expression of annoyance, that expression of course quickly changed to a willingness to listen, but not willing to learn.
In the end the lady ended up faking some excuse to cut the conversation short, the next couple of houses were the same. In the end nothing much happened.
Just like that the next day began
Chapter 3
A different view for you only
“Hey Maria” my uncle was parked outside the school
It’s not been that long since I’ve last seen him, however he’s changed a lot from that last time. I opened the door to the car and made my way in.
“You’ve lost some hair uncle”
“You’ve noticed”
“Yeah…”
“My job has been quite stressful lately, they saw how much I was struggling and decided to give me a break”
“Well that’s good”
“¿What about your boyfriend?”
“¿How did you know?”
“Before you noticed me you waited and kept on fidgeting with your fingers”
My uncle is quite the genius, he’d always have been the smartest in the family.
“Well let’s go” my uncle started the car and turned towards me, he must have noticed I got nervous as he ended up putting his hand on top of mine.
“I’m fine uncle” I tried pushing his hand away however it wouldn’t budge
“Please stop calling me uncle, call me by my name. Call me ”
Right I tend to call him uncle, maybe it’s because I don’t see him that often. It doesn’t feel right to call him by his name.
“¿How about I teach you something?”
“¿Teach me what?”
“You’ll see” My uncle smiled as he stepped on the gas pedal
Soon we made our way home.
Just like always, my dad was cooking. However he didn’t seem to have finished his cooking. Which as odd as it may sound, it’s weird that the food isn’t ready by the time I arrive.
“¿Is something the matter?” My uncle walked over to my dad putting one of his hands over his shoulder.
“No…”
“Did you try to make the best dish imaginable because I’m here?” My uncle claimed that after he noticed some extra food of the same dish hidden in the fridge
My uncle decided to stop the conversation as he made his way over to his seat, he waved me over to take the seat right next to his.
I was planning on changing first since my dad wasn’t finished cooking. However since my uncle asked me over it would seem as though I would have to join in.
“So, what do you plan to say”
“The same as usual” I don’t need to ask what he’s talking about, it’s obvious what he means
“¿Do you hate it?”
“Yeah…”
My uncle stood up from his chair and made his way over to the restroom. The moment the door shut, my father came over with the food.
The moment he placed down the food and sat down I realized that my mom hadn't arrived yet.
“Is she working?”
“Yeah she’ll return soon”
For a slight moment I was happy, the thought of finally skipping a day of this routine was something I’ve always hoped for.
“Your uncle isn’t coming out”
“Yeah, maybe he has a bad stomach”
My uncle had been in the restroom for 10 minutes now, my dad seemed to have gotten a bit inpatient.
I decided to end it quickly, if my uncle isn’t here then that’s better. I like it when it’s fewer people who watch me do this.
“I thank god for giving us the luxury of being able to place food in our table” it was shorter than last time, but that shouldn’t matter
My dad gave his thanks and we started to eat, soon after my uncle would come out. He decided not to eat and instead sat on the couch watching some cartoon.
Once we both finished our food my mom ended up arriving from work, she too refused to eat. Not because she isn’t hungry, but because she wouldn’t want to be late for their favorite event.
I got up and placed the dirty plates in the sink, I then made my way over to my room and changed out of my school uniform.
“Well let’s go” my uncle was the one to first exit the door, he had a smile on him.
Hello our first victim of the day.
My mom knocked on the door two times before the man opened the door, before opening he checked through the windows. He was annoyed when he first noticed us and he’s still annoyed, he’s not even trying to hide it.
My mother however didn’t seem to care. their mood didn’t matter, If he was mad, sad, or happy it doesn’t matter.
The man didn’t last long, he shut the door only a few seconds after my mother spoke. After that we made our way to a couple more houses, once the sun went down my mom and dad made their way back to the house while my uncle brought me to a local park.
We sat down on a bench right next to the swings, some kids that looked to be 10 were swinging there, though they got off shortly after we sat down.
“I want to help you. I want to give you a new perspective to this whole situation…” My uncle looked at me and then turned to the swings “I don’t want you to follow them.”
The same kids came back, they’ve brought someone younger than them.
“You see, I want to create a different perspective just for you”
The little kid sat next to the others, he was struggling to stay still in the moving swing.
“A perspective that will allow you to do the same thing as your family while not hating it with your guts”
The mother of the kids seemed to have noticed that the little one was struggling, so she carried him over to one that is more suited for him. The kid began swinging without having the risk of falling off.
“I want you to create your own image of god. Man, Woman, object, animal. It doesn’t matter, you design your own god and give him certain goals or reminders. Make that god remind you of all the possible good that can come from supporting god even if you don’t believe it”
Thanks to my uncle's words I made a god, it was a woman. She had curly long hair and always wore casual clothes. Was this childish? Maybe. However, it might work out for me…
Chapter 4
Just one knock was needed
I woke up earlier than usual, I finished changing and began brushing my teeth. My bathroom is usually clean, however my uncle is quite the messy person. He somehow managed to get some rice on the clock… ¿How do you manage that?
“¿Ready for school?”
Yeah…
“Call me Robin”
Robin is my god, the one that’s purpose is to give me a new look to this whole worshiping god thing.
“Hey Maria, we better get going or else we might be late.”
Yeah…
I finished brushing my teeth and made my way over to the front door. I don’t usually tell them that I’m leaving…
“Better tell your dad that you’re leaving”
Yeah…
I decided to listen to Robin.
“Dad I’m leaving…”
I waited a bit, no response.
“It doesn’t matter if he responded or not, let’s just go”
My uncle is probably asleep, no point in telling him goodbye.
I made my way to the school, on the walk I bumped into Paul.
“Hey, would you look at this”
¿Paul? ¿Why is he here? I usually don’t bump into him… ¿So why did I bump into him today?
“Don’t worry about it Maria, just enjoy your walk”
Robin spoke up. She’s right, I should just enjoy the walk with my boyfriend, I shouldn’t be questioning him. This is just a coincidence after all.
Nothing eventful happened during our walk, instead we just held hands till we eventually let go and made our way to our separate classes.
A math test occurred today, throughout the tests Robin was giving me some of the answers.
Once the test was done we all left to the cafeteria, Isabel came over to my table and sat down.
“¿So what about the beach trip?” Isabel looked quite excited. ¿How should I do this?
“Just tell her that they canceled” Robin spoke up
“We actually ended up canceling, believe it or not my mom is going to go out of town for work”
“Ah, that’s too bad” Isabel had a disappointed look, after that we didn’t really talk. All we did was eat our food.
Once lunch was over we took an English test, it was a struggle though I did take some notes on this last night, Robin helped me remember those notes.
Once that test was over school ended. I walked over to the front entrance and noticed my uncle was parked, I texted Paul that my uncle had picked me up so he wouldn’t feel like I was avoiding him.
“Texted your boyfriend that I picked you up? Is it so he doesn’t feel like you’re ignoring him”
“…” I didn’t even feel like asking how he knew
“I know you’re curious at to how I figured that out, so I’ll tell you…” my uncle looked at me and noticed my annoyed expression, he laughed it off and began explaining “You didn’t text him last time you came in the car, so you made sure to text him this time” he smiled before starting the engine.
We arrived home and saw both my mother and father already dressed and ready to go.
“¿Are we not eating?” I asked
“No, your mother has a night shift to get to. So instead we are going to do our thing right now”
With that I quickly changed and made my way over to the entrance. My uncle seemed to have changed faster than me as he was waiting outside the house.
Some uneasy feeling rushed over me, I shrugged it off and stepped outside. We walked for about 15 minutes until we finally found…
Our first victim of the day.
My mom stepped up and knocked at the door, she only needed one knock until a familiar voice was heard
“¡I’m coming!”
T-that voice…
“Don’t worry Maria…” Robin tried to console me
¡No!
I knew something was wrong, why was I so easily swayed?
The footsteps got closer until he finally reached the door knob, he twisted it slowly and opened the door. I could see his face. It was Paul.
“Maria?”
Before I knew it I began to run, my two worlds have now officially collided. The one thing that I didn’t want to happen has happened, and it’s all thanks to her.
“Wait!” Both Paul and my uncle called out to me. However I didn’t stop, I instead made my way over to the park. I sat in the swings, I’m sure my uncle would’ve found me. However I’m also sure that he’s just giving me my own space.
In the end I threw away Robin, I didn’t want her, she was the reason my two worlds collided.
The aftermath ended up with me secluding myself. I don’t know why, but I felt like I shouldn’t be dating him anymore, so I broke it off with him. I know I made the wrong decision, maybe that’s why I decided to speed things up a bit with him… maybe with him I’ll tell him my family's past instead of making him find it out.
Chapter 5
To prove I’m a psychic
I woke up one day… It's been a week now, I still remember. I have an appointment with him
I waited till the sun set and made my way to the bar, I asked for the psychic and they let me enter. He was sitting down, nobody else was in the room.
“To prove that I’m a psychic I’ll start off by revealing some stuff about your past” he smiled
“Sure…” I didn’t really care, I feel like my past doesn’t affect me anymore. Ever since that incident I decided to be my own person, I don’t try to blend in, I follow what I want to follow without following anyone in particular.
“Well then, let me begin…”