By: Emilee Farrens
The air was crisp around me. I could feel my baby hairs on the back of my neck blowing around with the wind, and it somehow calmed me. I felt like a disaster, like the thunder in a storm. I wanted to cry, to scream, to do anything at this point, but I couldn’t.
I felt numb whenever someone said they were sorry to me or how they are sorry for the loved one I lost. But I didn’t just lose a loved one, I lost my best friend. My father. My everything.
My mother left us when I was six, she had moved on and wanted to start a new family with someone who wasn’t my dad. I don’t know what made her believe she couldn’t be happy with us, maybe it was the fact that I was a genius and people made fun of our family. The doctors would tell my parents, “She will never have a normal life. Her brain develops with things and adapts to what is needed faster than the normal human brain.” God, how I hated those doctors. Everytime I would answer the questions they asked with perfection, they would shake their heads and tell me to think slower. But how was that possible? My mind never sleeps.
After that my mother started becoming less frequent in my life. I thought she was trying to figure out how to help me, but turns out she was just going off to meet men that she could leave us for. My dad knew, but he decided to try and keep a level head about it and not let it affect me. He was always there for me, taught me everything I know about life. And now, he’s left me too.
My father had the same problem I had, which was high intellectual capacity,or what was known as a hyper brain, which possess overexcitabilities in various domains that may predispose them to certain psychological disorders as well as physiological conditions involving elevated sensory, and altered immune and inflammatory responses to the hyper body. At least, that’s what wikipedia says about me. Doctors just call me a genius. They say that no matter what I do, my mind will never stop running. And it doesn’t. My fathers brain, however, went into overdrive when my mother left. He never drank or smoked, but his mind would do things that ended up being the death of him. He started having seizures, and eventually the last one was the worst. It took everything he had, including his life.
As I stand over the coffin that’s being lowered to the ground, I look around and see that everyone but me and a few others are gone. I take a deep breath, before silently praying for my fathers health up in Heaven, and when I open my eyes I see an officer standing in front of me.
“Hello officer, what can I do for you?” I say as politely as I can. Rule number one that my father made: Be nice to everyone, you don’t know what they are going through.
“Hello Jordan, my name is Matthew Silver. I am the head chief at the station down in Pedesina, Italy. It has come to my attention that your legal guardian is…” he looks at me then to my fathers coffin. “No longer here. I have come to escort you to Italy where your mother is.” He says. I freeze. Say what now? Living with the mother that abandoned me? No way in hell.
“Sir, I can assure you that my mother does not want me to live with her seeing as she left me ten years ago. I can manage, but thank you for the kind offer.”
“Ma’am, I’m sorry to say this but you don’t really have a choice,” he says looking at me with pity.
“And who isn’t giving me the choice on whether I live with my dead beat of a mother?” I say, trying to keep my cool. Don’t let it affect you, that’s what she wants. She wants me to think that I have no other choice than to go with her where she will ignore me and not care for me. No way.
“Ma’am, the King of Pedesina has ordered you to be returned to her at once. I am supposed to use force if need be.”
“The king of Who?” I said, shocked.