I was doing the dishes just like I did every night after dinner. Grandma was out in the garden watering her plants while Frankie was in the barn doing whatever it was he did in there. Honestly, I think he was a little embarrassed about the kiss. I wasn't and there was reason for him to have been. Maybe he was just avoiding me for some stupid reason. That man acted like a sixth-grader sometimes.
So I was washing dishes. Yay rah dishes.
Have you ever had one of those days where you just know something is going to happen? You don't know when it's coming, what it is, or if it's good or bad. All you know is that it's coming and you can't stop it and you're so paranoid that you believe that everyone else knows what's going on, but they don't tell you jack shit because Mulder and Scully told them not to.
The fact that I'm not normal is now firmly planted in your mind, isn't it?
I sighed and picked up a glass form the sink and dried thoroughly, then set it aside and moved on to some plates, pot, and pans. I'd just put them away when I was finished. I thanked God again that it was Friday. I hate school more than anything thing else in the entire world.
I wasn't paying any attention to what I was doing, so I didn't see the knife until after it sliced through the skin on my finger. I pulled my finger out and stared at it. The blood slowly started welling up at the cut. I felt as though I was in some sort of odd trance as I watched the blood roll down the tip of my finger.
It felt like everything was in slow motion. The blood droplet fell down and hit the glass I had dried several minutes prior. Then something weird happened. The second my blood touched the glass it exploded into millions of tiny pieces, throwing glass shrapnel in every which way.
The shards flew up into the air and fell down to the counter, sparkling brightly. They looked like thousands of tiny diamonds falling from the ceiling.
As soon as I was regained my senses, I stuck my finger in my mouth so that nothing else would blow up.
Grandma came into and stared at the broken glass with wide, frightened eyes.
"I didn't do it!" I shouted automatically as fast as I could. She smiled gently, but she still looked scared.
It's fine, honey. It's just a glass. I can get new ones at a store in town."
I put my finger in my mouth and sucked on it to prevent my blood from blowing up anything else.
"Sebastian," Grandma Claire said softly. I was a bit surprised since Grandma never called me by my full name, ever. I scared me a little. "Come with me, sweetie."
I followed her, even though I was scared out of my mind. What if I was the one she was supposed to kill? Would my own grandmother really try to kill me?
She led me into a small room I'd never even seen before. It was a dimly lit room, lit only by rows and rows of candles lining each wall. There were three rows of them and each candle holder was touching base to base, leaving the candles less than two inches apart. The shelves holding them went from corner to corner around all four walls.
"Remove your shoes," Grandma said, sounding rather cryptic. I quickly complied while I continued to examine the room. It was really small and had only two tiny bookcases, a shrine of some sort, and a display case holding several figurine-like statues that were of gods or something of that nature.
She walked over to one bookcase and opened a wooden box that was sitting on top of it. The box itself was beautiful with elegant, intricately carved designs on the sides and top.
Inside the box was a pendant. It had a thin, silver link chain and a tear- drop shaped charm on it. Grandma Claire carefully picked it up, holding it so that it sparkled in the candle light.
"My mother gave me this pendant. The teardrop is made of pure, solid sapphire and is said to keep you safe. I am now giving it to you. Put it on. Never take it off. Ever. Not even in the shower or while you sleep. Understand?"
I nodded, even though I didn't understand in the slightest way. I put it on and tucked it under the neck of my shirt.
I rubbed my temple, feeling the beginnings of a major headache. My fingers ran over the cold, comforting metal of my eyebrow piercing. I sometimes forget it's there, but I always feel... better somehow, knowing I have it.
"Now," Grandma said, breaking me out of some kind of trance, "Forget that you have ever seen this room. Go back to the kitchen and clean up the glass, then finish the dishes."
I just nodded slightly and grabbed my shoes as I left. What was going on? I'd seemed to ask myself that question constantly ever since I'd arrived at this God-forsaken farm.
In the kitchen, I tried to forget the way Grandma had spoken and her expression and the cold of the sapphire pressing against my bare flesh under my shirt. I just got to work, cleaning up the broken glass.
To Be Continued...