The Mystic Within Chapter Two

The following fictional story deals with erotic relationship among males. If you are offended by such material, are too young, or reside in a location where it is not allowed, please depart. Though not observed in this story, care enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe sex.

Chapter 2 - Long Lost Voice

“Keth, come here…come here…oh…you such a good boy, dear”… 

I could still barely remember it, though not very clear. That’s the sound of my mom, calling after me when I was four. In fact, I didn’t remember much about my childhood, how I spent my time with my parents when I was still a child, a delicate child I should say. My dad was a businessman, he owned a small business firm dealing with food industry and my mom was his greatest assistance ever. Everyday, they went out about 5a.m in the morning and returned home at about 4p.m almost approaching evening. So, everyday when they came home; all I could hear from them was “How’d you doing today honey?” They never asked me about my study, my life in school, what kind of friends I hanged out with, just never. So I guessed I spent most of my time with my cat and dog, they were really the only good companions I had during my childhood. Sometimes I thought, could I classify myself as a half-orphan? Was I really their children, why didn’t they care much about me? Was money the only thing they cared about? There were times I really envied and jealous about my friends’ parents. They could talk to them like a real friend, they shared everything with their family; but whom could I share my ups and downs with…no one…just no one…

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“Keth…Keth…Keth…” I could hear it, such a sweet and familiar sound I longed to hear. It was a gentle crying, coming deep down from the heart. I’d never heard such a voice for a long time, not since my high school, not even since my junior school. I’d got to look for that voice, I didn’t want to let it go; not again. With all of my strength, I opened my weighty eyelids and I saw a figure, though it looked vague to me. I closed my eyes and opened again to get rid of the tears in my eyes, which caused deflection to my eyesight. Concentrated, I needed to concentrate and I finally saw the source of that lovely voice. At last, I saw her…it was mom. She’s getting old, white hair, freckles and signs of aged. Why couldn’t I realize it, all these years? She’s no longer the beautiful lady I knew, she’s no longer the woman with dynamic strength, and youthful smile I used to know. 

“Mom…?” I asked with a quaver voice, tried to confirm it was she.

“Yes, dear…yes dear... Are you alright, dear?” she said with comforting sound with full assurance.

“Why are you here…and where am I?” I started to notice that my surrounding environment was a bit weird, and everything was in white color. The bed I was laying wasn’t my bed, it’s too small and my bed wasn’t a single bed.

“It’s alright now honey, you’re in the hospital” mom’s body was shivering as if she was in a freezer.

“Hospital? What happen to me mom? I wasn’t supposed to be here” I looked around with my head turning in all angles I could just to make sure mom wasn’t lying to me.

“Oh…dear…you knocked out in the school bathroom and your head was bleeding…and blood was all over your body and…”

“BLOOD!” mom’s blood word hit my head and I touched my head anxiously and fearfully with all the speed I could reach. “Ouch!” I didn’t realize my head hurt so much.

“It’s alright now son” a deep and macho voice came into the room. It’s dad, closing the door behind him as he entered with a forceful smile and anxious look. “doctor said you need to stay here for about a week for thorough diagnosis.” He walked towards my bed and stood next to mom, patting her shoulder with “everything is ok” act.

“No, it’s not…mom, dad, my blood” I tried to tell them what was happening.

“Easy son…easy son…there’s nothing wrong with your blood. You just suffered from minor bleeding, it’s not going to kill you” Dad’s tone sounded like he was talking to his little kid.

“No dad, it’s not that simple…my blood…is…is different” I tried to pull back their attention; this wasn’t a joke or what.

“Oh…dear…look what happen to him…” mom was sobbing as she starred at me and then buried her head in dad’s arm.

“Son, your blood is just as normal as the others. There’s nothing wrong with it. Now will you just stop talking and have your rest or you’re going to torture your mom to death.” Dad said in commanding voice.

“But…but…”I tried to fight back his command 

“No more talking.” He pointed out his index finger as a sign of stop talking. I’ll send your mom back home and you’ll have your rest now. We’ll come to see you tomorrow.” He said as he escorted mom stood up and leaved the room.

“See you tomorrow, good night then.” Mom was somehow not willing to leave the room as dad pulled her out of the room.

“Good night…” I replied like a flat tire.

As they closed the door, I reached out my hand and touched my head again. “Ouch!” it still hurt. Then hurriedly I got up and reached to the bathroom, tried to look at my head at the mirror. Well, my head just looked like an Arabian turban. “But it can’t be” I said to myself. Was it a hallucination, was it because I was too afraid until I saw an illusion, or was I having a temporary color blind? I didn’t get it, but I must find out. As I was standing in front of the mirror, I took out my greatest courage. I would need to unwrap the bandage. Yes, it’s the only way to find out. With my trembling hands and almost dropping pounding heart, I started to unwrap the bandage. As I was unwrapping my bandage, questions and questions, doubts and puzzles just came into my mind. It just couldn’t be, I did bleed before when I was young and who hadn’t. I could still remember vividly I was about 10 years old; I went to the playground with my neighbor’s kid Carmen. While we were enjoying climbing the artificial tree house, somehow I slipped and fell down onto the ground. Scratches were all over my arms and legs, and the blood coming from the wounds was still crimson red. What if what I saw was right, that my blood was blue? What’s going to happen to me then? How was I supposed to explain this to mom and dad? Was I an alien? Was I from outer space? So if I was an alien or some kind of species from outer space, did it mean I had the ability to transform like the one in movie ‘SPECIES’.