Chapter 2 2

My dad is dead, he died in a car crash 5 years ago and I was in the same car but instead got lost at sea. Lost at sea upon to this moment I still don't understand how someone could get lost at sea for 5 years. It doesn't add up it just doesn't in more ways than one. My mother remarried because according to her therapist she needed to move on and it was also bad for her health. What an amazing excuse right just as it was a wonderful excuse to stop looking for your son.

Those were the thoughts currently swimming around in my scrambled brain as I lay in my new bed, in a new room, in a different house staring blankly at the ceiling. She remarried, she moved, she started a new life without me, without dad but with a huge smile on her face.

I chuckled softly as I really thought about the past few days. It's been two days since I woke up on that beach and it was truly hilarious.

After my mom and I had left the police station, she drove me to her new house and all in a rush she told me all the new things that have changed, including her new house, life and new town. We no longer lived in the little town of Orange Cove instead we were living in a huge town called Midpoint. I felt like she was betraying dad a little when she said she remarried but I realized she was just doing what was best for her but not us.

When we reached her new house she introduced me to her new husband who I just stared at blankly when he offered me his hand. In my defense I had the right to be cold and its not like I'm a social person anyway. He had a son but he wasn't their to greet me and I didn't want to meet him either.

The day after that mom took me to the hospital were the doctor said I was healthy, physically anyway. Which was very odd according to him, he also prescribed a lot of medication. Then we went shopping at a huge mall for new clothes because the clothes that was supposedly lent to me by my step brother were too big. I just stood and stared, my mom did all the talking.

We drove around for hours after that talking mostly mom though, I just looked out the window and listened. She then drove us home and finally I met Zander the mysterious step brother who liked to party. He turned out to be mean like I had anticipated.

Other than those things I was learning to be a teenager which was very embarrassing but I was doing well in my opinion watching teen movies and skipping through books, playing games and touring the house. My step dad also gave me a notebook to write my thoughts in but I think I'd rather talk to myself aloud than write down what I'm thinking. My thoughts are way too scrambled for that.

"Why am I making my mom the bad guy," I whispered aloud staring at my bedroom ceiling. "She did nothing wrong," I said to myself but she gave up hope, she forgot about me. "No, if she had given up she wouldn't have came to pick me up at the police station."

I slowly got out of bed and walked out of my room in the direction that I thought the kitchen was. The staircase came into view when I heard Zanders voice speaking.

"Yow, party at my place, you call the girls and I'll get the drinks," he said.

Of course he'd throw a party in the absence of our parents who were unsurprisingly on a date. Why was my mom avoiding me, I don't know. Though I couldn't say that I wasn't a little excited to see if the movies were different from real life.

Continuing on my way to the kitchen, I walk down the stairs and was just about to walk across the living room and into the kitchen when I heard a knocking coming from the door.

"Who even knocks anymore," I whisper to myself, feeling confused and crazy since I've been talking to myself a lot lately.

I slowly walk towards the door it was frightening especially after watching so many different types of movies with a few starting just like this moment. Finally reaching the door, I take a deep breath, I was no longer a 10 year old kid, I am 15 years old who has been partially prepared by watching too much movies. A soft chuckle escaped my lips, I'm so funny.

Shaking my head rapidly, I slowly opened the door. A girl with pale green eyes and shiny black hair stood in front of me with a huge smile on her face. She suddenly throw herself at me, her arms wrapped tightly around my body. She then pulled away.

"Hello," the girl practically yells.

As if on cue I hear Zander walking down the stairs.

"Ah, whose your friend," he asks.

"I don't know her," I stated glancing at his appearance. He was wearing a white T-shirt with a black ripped jeans with a silver chain hanging from his left pocket. He reeked of perfume which could only mean one thing, he didn't shower.

"Well, come in then sweetheart, I mean the party hasn't started yet but we can start it if you like," Zander said motioning up to his room. What's that phrase they use again, ohh yeah, he has no game whatsoever.

The girl looked at him confused then glanced at me expectantly then glances back at him then back at me and shakes her head. Indicating that she wanted my help.

"She doesn't speak fluent English," I told Sander who scratched his head confused. I motioned for the girl to come in. Her green eyes widen and she enters hesitantly. I closed the door softly before turning to look at Zander who was probably trying to figure out a Spanish word.

He thinks for a second before finally saying, "ugh, merci, anyway Chuck imma need you to stay in your room for the rest of the evening cause I'm having a couple of friends over and ah since señorita over here is not your friend then she can be my date," he said giving the girl a horrible wink at the end before walking off in the direction of the basement.

Silence then flows through the air. I turn to look at the girl to already see her staring at me.

"Ok," I said before briskly walking towards the kitchen almost breaking my foot in the process as I narrowly escape the couch.

I make my way into the kitchen and open the fridge. I start pulling out random ingredients before I'm roughly pulled out of the fridge and slammed roughly against.

"Our people are in trouble and we need your help," she said with a strange accent, her large green eyes staring at me. Lunacy, it was written in her eyes. This chic was crazy.

"Are you alright," I asked her cautiously.

"Charles, you have to listen to me, the sirens have taken all the mermen," she yells at me clearly frustrated.

"Uhm, is that a gang or are you just playing a prank on me, did Zander put you up to this. I mean I know he doesn't like me but I thought we were cool, oh wait your quoting a famous movie aren't you, must be," I rant slowly removing self her grip trying not to make it too obvious I'm going to bolt. Two crazy people in one room was a hazard.

A huge smile appear on my face.

I was too slow to make it out though because no sooner had I escaped her grip she latched onto me even tighter.

"What did they do to you, don't you remember us," she asked looking into my eyes hopefully," don't you remember me."

"I....I'm....I have amnesia," I said trying to contain my laughter. Why was I laughing I had no idea. This girl didn't seem all that worried though.

"I can't remember anything from 5 years ago, that is when we met right, do you know what happened to me," I asked all my laughter stopped when I saw her confused expression on her face and I became curious.

"Yes, my mother and I found you, we were surprised you were even alive and that you could even breathe under water, but you were special, you were touched by the sea," she says drawing little circles on my skin.

"Look I don't know what your talking about but I can't breathe under water, I can't even swim," I stated calmly her forehead creased.

She opened her mouth to talk but was stopped as a bunch of teenagers start pouring through the front door. Taking that as my cue to leave I run up the stairs and into my room slamming the door and locking it behind me.

I lean against the door and slowly slide down. Shaking my head, mermaids ha, unbelievable.