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Monday 3:45 pm 4/13/20XX

That's the day my life completely changed. I remember it like it was yesterday because it was yesterday that it all happened but that's besides the point. I never thought such a thing was possible I don't think anyone truly believed in such a fantasy being real but it was. I get shivers when I think about the feeling of my broken bones, the feeling of death, yet not a single scare on my body to prove otherwise. My pristine form would just make people think that I was delusional but we knew the truth, yes both me and my sisters pet chihuahua the cause of me getting summoned.

It still pisses me off when I think about it I had just returned home from my sisters place. She was going on vacation and needed someone to take care of her coward of a dog. Her chihuahua was a little brown chubby little thing. Because of work my sister never had the time to walk it properly like she should which resulted in him getting fat. It wasn't my problem or responsibility but I do think she should take better care of her dog. Though i'm not exactly one to be shaming other people for poor pet car. I've had multiple pets of various kinds yet I never seem to be able to get it right.

My sister seems to be the only one who has every been able to properly train a pet. Her dog can pee and poop on command and also knows not to do anything to annoy its owners. Normally a person would attribute such a well behaved dog to the teachings of its owner. But I feel like my sisters dog only listens so well because it got the memo on where it stands on the totem pole vs. Humans after it got neutered. I can tell this dog was never the same after that because it follows orders to the letter.

As a man I can feel its pain that's why I was always extra nice to it because I knew the reason why it lacked confidence. These were the thought's that ran through my head as I set up all my sister's dog's things. As I was setting all these things up I couldn't help but think about how pampered my sister dog was. It even had some nicer stuff then me. The damn dog had an automatic feeder, a fluffy bed, a mini replica of a couch to lay on, a bunch of over priced toys and food that really made you think this dog was living the life.

Looking at the dog's stuff made me ponder the question was I really even living better then it? I'm a single 30 year old man with no real motion or desire to speak of. When I was young I tried hard in school. I followed everyone's preaching about doing your absolute best when it came to your education like a damn fool. I was smart enough to take and breeze through A.P classes without trouble but after that, nothing. The perfect life that I was sold since I was young turned out to be nothing but a scam. After high school my life from my memory was nothing but a series of moments.

Lost on what I wanted to do I didn't bother with excelling in anything during college. While I did study programming and engineering I mostly just spent my time taking one dead end job after the other for a few years till I had enough of the monotonous grind and somehow ended up in the air force for the U.S army for 4 years. During my whole childhood I never once thought that I would ever join the army. I was actually scared of ever doing such a thing so much I planned my future away from it. But plans for the future never turn out how you think.

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Dreamed off being a wealthy millionaire living in a mansion never working a day in my life again. But instead i'm a lazy construction worker that waisted his 20s doing various random things, yet still doesn't know what he wants to do with his life.

My mind ached from the thought of my own failures. I wondered if this was what it felt like to have a mid life crisis. Before I even stepped foot into that sinking boat I went to my living room after setting up all of the dog stuff and let mindless television sooth my pain.

The noise from the T.V downed out my inner demons. The piece was nice for a time until it was disturbed by a strange noise. An odd gagging sound that persisted even as I tried to ignore it. Annoyed by it I began searching for the cause to discover that the source of the noise was the dog and to my horror in the middle of throwing up.

"Oh, no, no, no ... god no! I forgot she said the dog was sick and to give it medicine".

Not wanting the dog to hack all over my clean floor I rushed over to haul the dog out side. I had just cleaned my house a month ago. If I let the dog vomit inside the roaches will think less of me. Then I will never be able to show my face to them again.

Since I was tall I had a large stride and reached the dog within moments of me launching myself off the couch. When it was in reach I snatched it off the ground as quick as I could to throw it out the door. But just like the straw that broke the camels back by forceful grasp was the trigger to making the dog spew chunks all over my floor.

In disgust I held the dog away from me letting it hurl as much as it wanted. But in shock I froze upon gazing at the unbelievable sight of my sister's dog glowing brightly as it continued to vomit. The iridescent glow was blinding and hurt to stare at but I continued to do so and saw the light leave the dog's body only to form a large complex diagram on the floor.

As illogical as it was to me the first and only thought that came to mind upon gazing at this phenomenon was magic circle. A bit scared by the unknown I attempted to take a step back only to slip upon a pile of dog vomit. Mid fall I let go of the dog and it ran away from the light almost as fast as I wanted to. On the floor I had no time to do anything else except watch as my sister's dog cowered in a corner and myself disintegrated into particles of light flying off to who knows where.

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