Ray’s vision starts to blur gradually, like a mist settling over his eye. Distant objects and patterns on the floor lose their sharpness, softening into vague outlines. The world becomes a haze as it dissolves into a foggy panorama. His vision, clouded, a persistent and creeping veil of blur that dimmed his view of life. His eye shuts before he opens it again, his vision is suddenly clear again as he looks upon a bright and sterile hospital room, with soft pastel walls designed to sooth. In the center, he spots a labor bed with adjustable sides that hold a dark-skinned woman, sweat beading on her forehead as she grips the sheets.

  A man stands beside her, holding her hand, his face a mix of anxiety and anticipation. “Wait… is that…” Ray wondered before he fully made out the man’s appearance, his confusion becoming a scowl. “Why’s my father here? Where the hell am I anyway?”

  He glances around once more, spotting a doctor, clad in scrubs and gloves, moving efficiently, monitoring machines and offering calm reassurances. Nearby, a warming bassinet awaiting a newborn, and medical equipment stood ready, adding a clinical contrast to the room’s intimate, emotional atmosphere.

  “Wait a minute… if that’s my dad, then…” His eye darts around before spotting a calendar. “April twenty-second, nineteen ninety-seven! That’s the day I was born!” Ray realized. “My life’s flashing before my eyes!” He shouted internally. “This is… fuck, I don’t even… this isn’t right.” He muttered, struggling to process everything.

  His mother, drenched in sweat and exhausted, breathes slowly as she finally delivers an extraordinarily heavy child, feeling a ton of weight loss. Her strength is completely spent, she collapses back, her body not even able to tremble. The doctor sees the crying child and says while attempting to pick him up; “It’s a boy-” His words are interrupted by the shock of how heavy he is, struggling to lift him off the bed.

  “Wait, what’s wrong?” Ray’s father asked in confusion. “I… I don’t know. I can’t pick him up, he’s so heavy.” “What do you mean by that?” He questioned.

  “Right… My Octuple-Skeletal Syndrome… Huh, I’ve always been curious about how heavy I was when I was born.” Ray thought as he glanced back at his mother. "Why isn't she moving though...?"

  The doctors carefully weigh Ray's body, their eyes widened in complete shock as one of them reads the number; “F-fifty-six pounds?!” Ray’s eye widened. “Holy shit! I was that heavy?!” Ray reacted in surprise.

  * * *

  June 25th, 2002. 8:00 AM.

  Ray watches in silence as his father, face red with anger, lashes out, throwing a half-empty beer bottle at Ray’s feet. Ray has zero reaction, his body tense as he stands silently in bewilderment; “Do something! At least have a reaction! You killed your own mother, yet you wanna stand around like you’re some helpless little shit! You’re lucky I’m even taking care of you, if it weren’t for me loving her, I would’ve left you by yourself!” His father screamed with anger and resentment.

  “Right... I remember hearing that she died, a mix of exhaustion due to carrying my weight around for months on end, alongside that weight having done permanent damage to her pelvis. What an awful way to die, and damn, I know it was bad, but seriously, I was only five-years old. Who the hell says that to their kid? Plus, it’s not my fault she died, I didn’t choose to be born with a genetic disorder, you chose to have a kid!” Ray grit his teeth as he becomes angry from his thoughts.

  “And I can tell exactly what little me was thinking at this very moment; ‘What did I do?’ I know there are kids who don’t react when their parents lash out, but that’s usually when they’re teenagers, I was FIVE!” Ray shouted internally.

  * * *

  August 5th, 2002. 10:20 AM.

  Kindergartners run around, laughing and playing on a playground that’s vibrant and cheerful, with brightly colored play structures, slides, and swings. The ground is covered in soft rubber mats and grass. Plenty of whimsical decorations, sandboxes, and shaded areas for resting. As the kids run around, having a blast during recess, Ray sits on the ground, far away from all the other kids. Ray slowly extends his hand toward a vibrant green praying mantis perched on a blade of grass, the mantis tilts its triangular head, its compound seemingly studying him with equal curiosity.

  With gentle precision, Ray nudges the mantis onto his palm, marveling at its spindly legs and its intricate exoskeleton, the mantis remains calm, almost regal, as Ray talks to it; “You’re so cool, I like you. I don’t know why people think you’re gross and scary, you’re an animal, just like any other. I get called gross as well by my dad, sometimes even being called a killer, it hurts, but I know that as long as I just avoid people, I can’t kill anyone.” He spoke with optimism.

  Ray grimaces; “Damn… I really isolated myself from others to the point of talking to a bug. Dad really screwed my social life over from how many times he called me a murderer. I’m sorry, little me, I hate seeing you like this. I wish I hadn’t taken his words so seriously, but then again, I don’t know what to expect when I was just a kid.”

  * * *

  Days go on as Ray watches his old routine pass him by. Waking up each morning with a sense of dread, dragging himself through the motions of getting ready for school. Isolating himself on campus, avoiding eye contact and conversation with his peers. He slips through each day unnoticed, hanging out in corners during breaks and silently enduring the hours in the classroom. When the final bell rings, he walks home slowly, prolonging the time before he deals with his father.

  His father’s presence is a constant shadow over his life. The moment he steps through the door, he braces himself, knowing that anything he does will set him off. The apartment is always filled with tension, his father’s anger sharp. Ray walks into his room whenever possible, but even there, he can’t escape his father’s awful outbursts. He spends his evenings alone, nursing the bruises that are both physical and emotional, knowing that the next day will bring more of the same.

  Every night at around 12:30 AM, Ray would quietly slip out of his bedroom window, careful not to make a sound. The moon would cast a faint glow as he silently walked through the apartment parking lot, clutching his worn backpack. He’d reach the park, the playground equipment eerily still.

  He drops his backpack, taking out a sturdy stick and begins practicing swordplay, his movements precise but filled with the untrained enthusiasm of youth. Ray looks at his younger self and begins mimicking his movements; “I'd always come here and practice swordplay to calm myself down due to all the pent up anger I’d feel during the day. All this because dad thought it’d be a good idea to call me a murderer…”

  * * *

  September 18th, 2009. 12:20 PM.

  “Ok, this has to be the day…” Ray pondered as he saw himself sitting in the middle of a school hallway during lunch. His younger self is quietly eating a slice of school pizza, as he takes a bite, he quickly stops when a girl accidentally steps on his foot. She immediately looks at Ray; “Oh geez, I’m sorry about that! I wasn’t looking where I was going, are you alright?” She apologized.

  Ray looks up; “Huh? Oh, you’re good, don’t worry ‘bout it. I didn’t really notice, but I appreciate your acknowledgement.” He responded with a soft voice. “Thank you for not being mad, sorry again, I’ll get out of your hair now.” “Peace.” Ray replied.

  As she’s walking away, she stops and shoots a glance before walking backwards toward him; “Sorry, quick question, are you waiting for any of your friends or something?” “Hmm? Wait, what do you mean?” “It’s just that I’ve seen you a few times during lunch, every time, you’re by yourself.” She explained, trying her best to not sound rude.

  “Oh, nah, I’m just by myself. Kinda sucks, but it is what it is. Why? What’s up?” “Well, I was wondering if you’d like to sit with me and my friends for lunch, that way you don’t have to be by yourself.” She smiled. Ray stood up; “Wait, really?” He asked with a hint of surprise. “Yeah, if you want, I’ll show you where we hang out. Also don’t worry, like half the group is guys, so you don’t have to worry about standing out.” She added with a small laugh.

  “Should I? Eh, screw it, I’ve been isolating myself for eight years now, I should just accept the offer.” “Sure, why not? I appreciate it, oh, and I’m Ray, it’s nice to meet you.” “Cool name, I’m Julia. It’s nice to meet you too, Ray. Come on, let’s get going.” Julia happily replied as she grabbed Ray’s wrist and began walking.

  As Ray watches himself and Julia, a smile etches on his face, only to quickly morph into a frown; “Julia’s always been so kind, the kindest person I’ve known. Being able to see how our friendship formed again, I feel even worse now for how I’ve leeched off of her. She didn’t deserve that treatment, that was just wrong of me.”

  “By the way, Ray, what’s your workout routine?” “What’s my workout?” “Yeah, I’m just curious cause I’ve never seen someone my age built like that. Is it steroids?” She asked curiously. “Oh, I don’t actually workout. I have this rare condition called ‘Octuple-Skeletal Syndrome,’ so my skeleton is eight times denser than it’s supposed to be-” “I’ve heard of that!” Julia replied with surprise as her eyes widened.

  “You have?” “Yeah! My dad’s a scientist, he’s told me about a ton of crazy things that people are born with!” “Oh, that’s cool. So I’m guessing you know a ton about my condition then, such as how I’d sink like a rock if I jumped into a pool, right?” Ray asked, showing interest in the topic. “I mean, yeah, but I don’t know if having that condition would make a difference.” Julia joked.

  Ray snaps his head, doing a double-take; “What do you mean by that?” Ray asked, catching onto what she said. Julia grins from Ray’s reaction; “Oh, nothing.” She laughed while waving. “I’ll be honest, I think you’ll fit right in.” “You really think?” Ray asked with some excitement; “Of course!” Julia reaffirmed her enthusiasm.

  The two walk for a bit before they come across Julia’s friend group, a group of ten friends sitting around a lunch table, relaxed and chatting. The table is covered with a mix of half-eaten food and a few drinks. One friend is asleep with her head resting on the table. Another is eating while listening to one of the others telling him a story. Three are playing on their DS’s, racing each other in Mario Kart. Two others are engaged in a side conversation, talking about basketball. The last two are debating about which snacks to trade. Ray takes in the atmosphere, feeling relaxed by the casual and warmth of the table while sunlight streams through a nearby window.

  Julia sits down in an empty spot, gesturing for Ray to sit next to her, as he sits down, the kid sleeping raises her head; “Hmm? Hey, Julia, who’s this?” She groggily asked before yawning. “This is Ray, a new friend I made just now. Ray, this is Emily.” “Nice to meet you.” Ray smiled as he introduced himself. “It’s nice to meet you too, Ray. You like Pokémon?” “Pokémon? I don’t really have an opinion on it, I haven’t played it or seen the show.” Ray answered bluntly.

  Emily raises an eyebrow; “Wait, really? What games have you played then?” She asked curiously. “None, really.” Ray answered. “You’ve never played video games before?” One of the kids playing on his DS asked while looking up.

  “I haven’t.” “For real? Why? Are they just not your thing?” “No, it’s just… my dad doesn’t exactly let me have those. He actually never let me have anything, if I’m being honest. Not even toys when I was younger-” “Wait, seriously?!” Julia interrupted him, completely surprised by the bombshell. “Yeah.” Ray responded bluntly, as if it were no big deal.

  “Uh-” Julia cuts herself off as she doesn’t know how to process it, as well as the other kids at the table. “D-do you wanna talk about it? Are you alright?” She asked with concern. “No, that’s fine. I can talk about it later, I just don’t want to ruin the mood here.” Ray answered, still blunt.

  There’s a small, awkward silence among the table until Ray spoke up; “But hey, think about it this way, since I know nothing about these, I’d be interested in hearing about it.” He suggested. After saying that, everyone at the table just goes back to what they were doing before. Julia taps his shoulder with her elbow; “You’re good, right?” She whispered. “Yeah, frankly, I’m just glad to be here.” “I know that, I meant about your homelife. What you said had me worried.” “Oh, uh…” Ray turns around, facing away from the table.

  “Let’s just talk about it like this, that way the others don’t have to hear and feel bad.” “Got it.” Julia responded while facing away as well.

  “So uh… I’ll just keep it brief, my dad hates me because my mom died shortly after giving birth to me.” “Oh…” Julia looked down as she listened, feeling bad for him. “I’m guessing it was your condition, right?” “Yeah, and then he’d also beat me when I was younger, called me a murderer here and there-” “Jesus!” Julia interrupted, her tone completely shocked and appalled.

  She looks at Ray, her eyes widened with sympathy; “And it’s been like this your whole life?” “Nah, by the time I was ten, he gave up on trying to drive his message home, now he just doesn’t even talk to me. The most he ever tells me is when dinner’s ready. Doesn’t even ask me how school was for me.” Ray explained, his tone sounding slightly sensitive as he’s able to open up.

  Julia picks up on the sound of his voice, she pauses for a bit, trying to find her words. Eventually, she speaks up; “If you want, would you like to have dinner with me and my family tonight?” “Huh? Wait, legit? I mean, would your parents be fine with it?” Ray asked back with consideration. “Of course, as long as I just let them know ahead of time! Besides, they’re super welcoming!” She gave a smile to help drive her point further.

  “Not having to be around my father sounds really nice…” Ray thought about the idea before answering. “I’d like that a lot, thank you.” Ray softly answered. Julia feels a wave of relief come over her; “That makes me happy to hear, just meet me at the stairs by the entrance after school, my dad usually picks me up, so I’ll introduce you to him.” “You’re too kind…” Ray’s voice cracked a bit as he smiled. Julia notices, but chooses to say nothing about it, letting him have his moment of happiness.

  She turns around and starts talking to one of her friends, which signals Ray to just get comfortable and familiar with the table. Ray watches himself starting a conversation with the kids playing Mario Kart, learning about the game while watching the gameplay, he also listens to them talk about their overall thoughts on the game.

  Ray smiled when watching, closing his eye; “Even though I’m on death’s door, I’m happy I at least get to live through these moments all over again.”

  * * *

  September 18th, 2009. 2:30 PM.

  After school, Ray finds Julia, leaning back against a handrail on the stairs. “Hey Julia, I’m ready.” Julia turns her head to him; “Oh good, you’re here! What took you so long?” “PE’s my seventh period class.” “Ahh, makes sense. Well, you’re here now, let’s get going.” She pushed herself off the rail and began walking down. Ray walks beside her; “So, where is your dad?” “He’s right there in that blue Volvo. He’s really easy to get along with.” “That’s a relief.” Ray replied.

  The two approach the car and Julia taps on the window, it rolls down; “Hey, dad!” “Hey, Julia, how was school?” Her father asked with a slight smile. He has short, spiky brown hair and a light stubble covering his jawline as he’s dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans, exuding a relaxed, everyday look.

  He notices Ray; “This the new friend?” He asked. Julia nods; “Yep! This is Ray!” She gestures her arm to her dad; “Ray, this is my dad.” Ray reaches out for a handshake. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you, Dr…” “Martin.” Dr. Martin answered as he shook Ray’s hand.

  “Got it.” Ray replied, Dr. Martin breaks the handshake. “Thankfully, Julia remembered to let me know in advance that you were coming over. She used to have a bad habit of just making decisions last-minute.” “Don’t remind me.” Julia jumped in while laughing lightly. “Well, get in the car, I wanna go home.” “You and me both.” Julia replies while opening the passenger door.

  Dr. Martin notices that Ray’s still outside the car; “Well, get in, Ray. What’re you standing around for?” “Oh, sorry, it’s just, I’m worried about accidentally ripping the door off.” “Ripping the door off?” “Octuple-Skeletal Syndrome.” Julia answered while tapping her father’s shoulder.

  “Wait, really? I didn’t think I’d meet someone that actually has it. I understand then.” He then looks back at Ray; “Just take your time, Ray.” “Got it.” Ray answers, he grips the door handle as lightly as possible and takes a deep breath. He then opens the door; “Oh, it actually wasn’t that hard.” Ray reacted with slight surprise before sitting in the back. He closes the door with little effort, feeling more comfortable with his strength. “Alright, I’m ready.” “Cool!” Dr. Martin responded as he put the car into drive and left the parking lot.

  A few minutes passed as Ray sat silently while getting comfortable in his seat. “Hey, Ray, you’re good back there, right? Is the AC working?” “Huh?” Ray looks up after having zoned out; “Oh, yeah, I feel it. And yeah, I’m good, I’m used to sitting in the back.” Ray added as Julia let out a quick laugh. Dr. Martin’s eyebrows furrow for a second before he makes a ‘pfft’ sound. “I told you you’d get along just fine.” Julia commented while looking back at him.

  “Just be careful to not say that around the dinner table, the wife gets embarrassed from most jokes that she laughs at.” “Wait, really? Why?” Ray asks while chuckling slightly. “She’s a defense attorney.” “Really?” Ray asked with surprise; “Yup! And a good one at that!” Julia replied proudly. “You guys must be loaded!” “You make it sound like we live in a mansion.” Dr. Martin chuckled.

  Present Ray smiled; “He’s a very good man, I wish I could see him again in person, but with what’s gonna happen, I’ll gladly take the memories.”

  * * *

  September 18th, 2009. 6:30 PM.

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  While Dr. Martin’s cooking in the kitchen, Ray and Julia are on the living room couch, playing Mario Party. Julia has her character swim down to the sea bed, grabbing the largest treasure chest; “Ray, rotate! Rotate! Rotate!” “Rotate? Rotate? Ok, I’m rotating!” Ray starts rotating ever so gently and Julia starts mashing to swim up.

  “Damn, I’m gonna run out of air-” “I’m rotating as fast as I can-” “I’M DROWNING!” “I’m rotating!” Ray yelled while struggling to rotate faster. Julia fails to get back to the surface; “No!” She yelled as the chest fell and the CPU nabbed it.

  “Come on, Ray, you gotta rotate!” Julia shouts while grabbing a different chest. “Rotate, Ray! ROTATE!” “I’m rotating, Julia!” “I can’t go up if you don’t rotate!” She yells again, they manage to get one of the chests up, collecting coins. Julia then starts mashing fast while swimming to the last chest, racing against the CPU. “Ray, go left!” “I know-” Ray cuts himself off before talking again.

  “Wait, how are you moving so quick?” “Because I’m mashing for my life out here!” She yelled again, Ray starts laughing as Dr. Martin can also be heard laughing from the kitchen. “Rotate!” “I’m rotating-” “ROTATE! I CAN’T GO UP IF YOU DON’T ROTATE!” “I HAVE MY PALM ON THE STICK AND I’M ROTATING AS FAST AS I CAN WITHOUT BREAKING IT!” Ray shouted back, feeling the same stress she’s feeling about the minigame.

  “ROTATE!” “I’M ROTATING!” “NO!” Julia shouts as she runs out of air again and the chest sinks to the bottom, she puts her hand on her face. “Oh my God, man…” She commented, calming down. “You were smart for not letting Yoshi get that box.” Ray responded. Julia laughed; “Alright, I might have overreacted.” “Yeah, you think?” Ray retorted.

  Ray laughed upon watching; “I can’t believe that was the first video game I’ve ever played. That was a mess, but it’s Mario Party, so it checks out.”

  “Alright, you two, pause your game! Dinner’s ready!” Dr. Martin called from the kitchen. “Sick!” Julia set the controller down and vaulted over the couch while Ray just got up and walked around it. “Grab a plate, Ray.” Dr. Martin said as Ray entered the kitchen.

  He looks at his plate and his mouth starts to water upon seeing a perfectly pan-seared, juicy steak, seasoned with a blend of herbs and spices, sitting next to a crisp Caesar salad, featuring romaine lettuce, parmesan, and croutons tossed in tangy, creamy dressing. On the slide, a slice of golden-brown garlic bread, toasted to perfection, Ray grabbed his plate.

  “Thank you, this looks amazing.” “I’m happy to hear that, and you’re welcome.” Dr. Martin replied as Ray sat down by the dinner table. He cuts a piece of steak and takes a bite; “Oh, that is good! Oh my God!” “Bro, try the garlic bread!” Julia responded, muffled as she took a bite of hers. Dr. Martin sits down at the table and starts quietly eating, a few minutes pass and the front door opens.

  A woman walks in, wearing a tailored dark blazer, a crisp white blouse and a matching pencil skirt. She has long, messy hair, slightly wavy and unkempt, keeping a casual vibe to her otherwise professional attire. Julia looks up; “Hi mom!” “Hi, honey, how was work?” Dr. Martin asked. “I won a surprise case, now I’m tired.” Mrs. Martin answered, yawning.

  “I’d imagine so, I was wondering why you weren’t home yet when I was making dinner. Speaking of which, your plate’s in the kitchen.” “Thank you.” Mrs. Martin replied as she took off her blazer and set it on a rack before walking into the kitchen. “Wait, mom, what was the case?” Julia asked.

  “There was a trial happening in the room right next to the one that I had just finished in, and the lawyer for that case had syncope and passed out from sneezing nonstop and losing oxygen. And since I’d just gotten done with my case, they had me fill in her spot as the defense, and I genuinely didn’t even know what I should’ve said, because the prosecution made too good a point, on top of me not being prepared. The victim found a seven-inch serrated plastic knife baked in his Subway sandwich, so he decided to sue the company, which, yeah, suing sounded reasonable at first, but then I learned he’s trying to sue for a million dollars cause he contracted food poisoning. I winged it and managed to get the claim settled for just five-thousand, so yay for that, but now I’m beat.” She explained as she grabbed her plate and sat at the table.

  “That sounds ridiculous.” Ray commented while taking a bite of his salad. “You’re telling me!” She replied before looking up from her plate at him; “Oh geez, where are my manners? You must be Ray, it’s nice to meet you!” Mrs. Martin smiles as she reaches over the table for a handshake. “Nice to meet you too. Oh, and don’t worry about it, I lose focus when I’m tired as well.” He shook her hand.

  “I see you and Julia were playing Mario Party in the living room. How is it?” “That game’s stupid! And Julia’s not helping with it either!” Ray laughed. “You’re only saying that because you didn’t play your part in Deep Sea Divers!” “I was trying not to break the controller!” Ray retorted. Mrs. Martin laughs lightly; “Yeah, she definitely gets her competitiveness from me. Sorry you have to deal with that.” “Good lord, not you too. But in all seriousness, it’s no big deal, it’s just a game, it’s really funny though.” Ray commented.

  “Poor dad, he’s not much of a video game person, but whenever we end up playing Mario Party together, he always gets screwed.” “Yeah, and then when you two start yelling, it reminds me why I wish I had a son.” Dr. Martin snickered. Julia tries not to laugh; “Dad, you can’t just say that!” “Yes, I can! You’re the one who makes me play Mario Party with you!” “Your dad’s right, dear.” Mrs. Martin added while she sipped her wine.

  “Such a fun woman, because of her, I always wondered how my own family would’ve been had I not been born with my condition and she survived giving birth.” Ray thought.

  * * *

  September 18th, 2009. 9:30 PM.

  Ray, for the first time in his life, walks through the front door of his apartment in a good mood. As he closes the door, he walks by the living room, his dad laying on the couch, watching TV. He looks over his shoulder; “Huh? Oh, you’re back. Where were you?” His dad asked, not sounding concerned, but just confused on where he went. “I made a new friend and was invited to have dinner at her house.” “Oh, alright.” He replied while shrugging his shoulders before looking back at the TV.

  “The least I can say is he mellowed out. Never really bothered talking to him, but in return, I got some privacy when I was at home.” Ray commented.

  * * *

  January 31st, 2010. 7:00 PM.

  As Ray’s mental state improved since he was invited into Julia’s friend group, he had been spending his time mostly away from home, hanging out with friends, being invited to sleepovers, birthday parties, and other antics, only coming everyday after school to go to sleep. Even his grades were improving because of the new environment he was in. The process remained the same until he eventually came home and noticed that the front door was locked.

  “Hmm?” Ray tried opening the door again. “That’s strange, dad usually locks the front door by nine this time of year-” He cuts off his own thoughts as he looks at the peephole, noticing a note attached to it.

  “What’s this?” He asked himself as he grabbed the note. “‘I’m…’ wait, huh?! ‘I’m kicking you out?!’” Ray’s eyes widened in shock and confusion. “...” Ray is left speechless.

  He opens the front window and hops inside, seeing his dad in the kitchen, making himself a bowl of fried rice; “Dad, what the hell is this?” Ray asked in confusion while holding the note out. “Oh, that? Well, I figured since you’re hardly ever home, you’d be better off with your friends. Even though I’m your father, I’m more so a stranger.” He explained casually, as though it’s no big deal.

  “Uh- no! No, that’s not right at all! I can’t just be kicked out and then expect anybody to let me stay with them! The hell am I even gonna say?!” Ray yelled. His father sighs while pinching the bridge of his nose.

  “Alright, that’s a fair point. Tell you what; you can stay here until you can find a place to stay.” “I-” Ray cuts himself off, knowing that he’d have a better chance at living if he just took up that offer. “Fine…” Ray responded, looking down slightly in defeat.

  * * *

  February 1st, 2009. 12:15 PM.

  At lunch, Ray sits silently, not making a sound as he rests his arms and head on the table, unaware that one of his friends is trying to get his attention. “Ray!” His friend raises his voice while shaking his shoulder, Ray looks over; “Oh, Tyson, what’s up? Sorry, I was lost in thought.” “It’s cool, you’ve just been so silent, we were wondering what’s up with you? Did something happen?” He asked, concerned.

  “Oh, that…” Ray paused; “How do I even explain this? Shit, I feel a lump in my throat, I might as well just be straightforward.” He took a deep breath. “My dad’s kicking me out.” Right as he said that, the whole table was dead silent for a few seconds.

  “W-what?! Ray, huh?!” “Are you serious?!” “Y-you’re not kidding?!” “Repeat that?” “Hmm?!” “C-could you elaborate?” His friends bombard him with their reactions. “Yeah… he told me I can stay, but only till I can find a different place to stay.” “You mean like at one of our houses?” “Yeah…” “Bro, he can’t just do that! That’s literally at the expense of all of our families!” “I know, I even told him that, but he just refuses to listen!” Ray responded.

  Ray then puts his hand over his face; “I don’t know what to do…” His voice cracked as tears began to run down his face. “I’ve never been this stressed before, I’m scared, man! If I can’t find a place to stay, I’ll just be kicked out either way, but I don’t wanna leech off of you guys! Fuck!” He shouted as his arm trembled. He sniffles as he tries not to let more tears fall, Julia, who’s been silent the whole time, responds by wrapping her arms around his shoulder and hugging him to offer comfort.

  Ray tenses up for a split second as he feels the warmth of her kindness before slowly calming down. “I’m really sorry, Ray, it’s awful to hear that your dad did that…” Julia said softly. Ray takes a few deep breaths. “Just breathe, get it out, dawg. We’ll try to figure this out.” One of his friends spoke up, with a few others joining in. “Yeah, what he said.” “I’ll try to see if my parents are able to let you stay.” “I’ll do the same.”

  As Ray hears that, he decides to just let his tears fall; “Thank you, it means a lot that you’d do that for me…”

  * * *

  February 2nd, 2009. 10:00 AM.

  Ray meets his friends at the basketball courts during recess; “Hey, so what’d they say?” He asked as he held his arms out, being passed the basketball by one of his friends. “My mom said that she’d love to help, but we’re already barely scraping by, so that’s a no.” “Mine just said no.”

  “Damn…” Ray responds while hopping up and shooting the ball, it bounces off the basketball and rolls along the inside of the rim, but ends up falling out. “What about yours?” “Same thing.” “Tyson?” “No good.” “Well, shit…” Ray gives up, sitting down. “I’m sorry, man.” “It’s cool, man, I’m just bummed is all.” “Yeah…” One of them responds. Ray lays down on his back on the blacktop.

  Nearly a minute passes by before Julia walks over; “Hey guys, what’s up? My bad about being late, Mrs. Stevenson kept us in for a minute cause people wouldn’t shut up. But enough about me, what’d they say?” “I can’t stay.” Ray muttered. “Oh, I see.” “Yeah, also, why are you smiling?” “Well, I asked my parents yesterday after school, they told me that they’d be more than happy to let you use the guest room if nobody else is able to help.” She explained.

  Ray’s eyes widened; “Wait, seriously?!” He asked with excitement and hope, hopping off his back and onto his feet. “Like, you’re not pulling my leg? You’re being legit?!” “Yeah!” She responded, returning the enthusiasm. Ray reels his head back while taking a deep breath, putting his hands together next to his mouth. “Oh my God…” He takes deep breaths, filled with joy and relief of not having to be on his own.

  “Wait, when though?” Ray asks after having calmed down. “Oh, Friday.” “Thank you! I cannot stress enough how grateful I am!” “Of course!” Julia smiled, happy to see Ray feeling better again.

  * * *

  February 5th, 2010. 3:00 PM.

  Dr. Martin opens the front door for Ray as he steps inside, carrying his duffle bag, as well as his blanket and a plastic box. “Thanks again for letting me stay here, I don’t know what I’d have done if I couldn’t find a place.” “Yeah, no problem, Ray, really. You’re a hard worker, so we don’t mind you being here.” Dr. Martin assured. “Dad’s right, and besides, now you don’t have to ask to come over to play video games anymore!” Julia added, enthused.

  “Oh, and that reminds me, Ray, we got some of the stuff from the guest room cleared out. Not all of it, but it shouldn’t take too long since it’s the weekend. I’m sure you know where all the junk goes, right?” “Yup!” “Alright, good! Anyway, Julia’s coming with me to run some errands, do you wanna go with us?” Dr. Martin asked.

  “I’m good, thank you. I think for now, I just wanna clear out as much of my new room as possible.” He answered. Dr. Martin nods; “Alright, then you take care. You know where food and drinks are if you need any. We’ll be back in a few hours, cya!” “Bye, Ray!” “Bye guys, thank you again!” Ray smiled as they walked out the door.

  As the door closes, Ray takes a deep breath; “Well… guess this is it. Better get started.” He tells himself as he sets his stuff down before walking toward the guest room.

  He opens the door to see that the room is cramped and messy, with stacks of old magazines, mismatched furniture, and random boxes piled high. Dusty shelves are crammed with knick-knacks, broken appliances, and tangled cords. Clothes and linens are tossed haphazardly on a sagging bed, and the closet overflows with forgotten items. The air is musty and the floor is barely visible under scattered junk.

  “Jesus Christ! You’d think you’re in a different house with this room! Well, I better just get this done!” Ray commented as he made his way over to the kitchen sink and grabbed a pair of rubber gloves. He puts them on and takes his shirt off, tying it around his head, as if it were a bonnet before making his way back to the guest room.

  Ray starts by grabbing a trash bag and filling it with a bunch of old, broken stuff, as well as a faded poster. He takes the clothes and puts them in a pile, checking each of them for any mold, he sniffs one of the shirts, immediately turning his head.

  “God, that was awful! Fucking rotten egg air of death, that’s definitely going in the trash!” He commented before tossing the shirt away. After organizing all the clothes, he puts them in a hamper and takes them to the laundry room to put them in the washing machine, putting in the detergent and pre-wash, he turns it onto the max and goes back to the guest room, he starts dusting off any books he finds and puts them in a box.

  * * *

  February 5th, 2010. 6:15 PM.

  Hours have passed and the room is finally starting to clear, as Ray had finished washing and drying the clothes before putting them in a box for donation. He starts wiping down a desk in the room, sweeping the floor, and opening the window for fresh air. Mrs. Martin walks through the front door; “It smells like Febreze in here.” “Hmm?” Ray overhears her and pokes his head out the door. “Oh, hey Mrs. Martin!” “Oh, Ray! I didn’t know you were here, I thought you went with Julia and her father.” “Nah, I decided to stay behind to clean out this room.” “Really? Lemme have a look.” She said as she set her purse down and walked to his room.

  “Woah! There’s so much space! You did this yourself, Ray?” “Yup!” He answered with his arms crossed and a thumbs up before continuing; “I was actually just about to start putting my stuff in there as well and then go to sleep.” “Well, ain’t that just nice of you?” She smiled, proud to see how hard he's worked after just arriving.

  “Why don’t you go put your stuff away, then after that, I’ll take you to get ice cream to celebrate, alright?” “Oh, hell yeah! I’d like that a lot!” Ray responded, wiping his sweat. “Alright then, I’ll go get changed while you do that.” She said before walking towards the master bedroom.

  “Got it!” Ray responded. He takes his shirt off of his head and dabs his forehead to get the sweat off. “I should probably change as well, my clothes are all sweaty from working nonstop.” Ray grabs the plastic box and drags it into his room.

  * * *

  February 5th, 2010. 10:00 PM.

  Ray walks into his room and closes his door after saying ‘goodnight’ to everyone, he takes in the clean space before looking down at his mattress. He crawls into bed, his body immediately sinking into it, the mattress cradles his muscles as a wave of relief washes over him. The cool sheets brush against his skin, soothing and soft, as his head nestles into his pillow’s gentle embrace. His limbs feel heavy, yet the tension melts away in favor of comforting stillness. The quiet hum of his room, the soft rustle of fabric, and the slow rhythm of his breath all blend into a cocoon of peace. He feels as though every bit of worry and fatigue has dissolved into the softness beneath him, leaving nothing but the pure, blissful release of rest.

  “I look so comfy. That might’ve been the best night of sleep I’ve ever had in my life. I’m really thankful to have been taken in by them.” Ray commented.

  * * *

  April 27th, 2012. 8:45 PM.

  Ray and Julia walk out of a movie theater; “All in all, yeah, I liked The Pirates. Could’ve done without the theater clapping at the end, but yeah.” “Ray, you know they always do that. You can’t just drag down every film you see from what the audience does, that’s just not fair.” “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” “I am right, objectively!” Julia retorted while laughing. Ray smiles as he grabs the straw from his cup and flips it upside down.

  “I get it, I get it. In all seriousness though, I’m glad that I got to see that on opening night. I get why you pretended to forget a birthday present for me, those tickets must not have been cheap.” He said as he used the other end of the straw to get more of what little he had left of his slushie. “Aye, no problem. Anyway, you down to grab something to eat before we head back?” “Nah, you don’t have to do that. Plus, mom told us we need to be back by ten.” “Hmm, fair enough.” Julia shrugged as they kept walking.

  Several minutes pass as they keep walking through the crowded streets of Violet Paradise; “I’m surprised you hadn’t told Emily yet-” “Julia, all I’m saying is I’ll tell her how I feel after I get my driver’s license-” “That’s still another year from now! Besides, we just walk everywhere anyway, just do that until you actually get a car!” Julia replied.

  “I know, but like… what about curfews? We’d hardly be able to go anywhere if we can only walk places while having curfew on top of that. You see what I’m saying?” “Shit, that’s a good point. Alright then, if that’s what you’ve decided on, I’ll drop this debate.” “Cool.” Ray responded. “By the way, what grade did you get on your report?” “Oh, I got an A-” Julia cuts herself off as she feels someone’s hand on her shoulder.

  Ray quickly looks over and sees a young Indian man with a medium complexion and short black hair, he’s wearing a sleek black tuxedo and polished shoes; “Who the hell are you?” Ray raised his voice while glaring at him. He notices five other men with him, all of whom look the same age.

  “Get off- don’t touch me!” Julia shouted, shoving the man’s arm away from her, quickly getting behind Ray. Ray keeps his glare on him, the man feels offended, his pride hurt. “You know very well who I am-” “No, I don’t and I couldn’t care less, stay the fuck away from my sister.” Ray barked back, shutting down anything else he said.

  “Do you need any help with this punk?” One of his friends asked. “No, I’m fine. I just hate having to deal with idiots.” He responded back, frustrated. He takes a pair of brass knuckles out from his pocket while approaching, Ray glances behind him at Julia.

  “Julia, get back.” “R-right!” She said hesitantly, worried about his safety, but doing what he says. She makes her way back, moving towards a small crowd of people, but avoiding getting too close. “Good, she’s not too far away from me, and not too close to them-” “AHHHHH, FUCK!” Ray shouts, his thoughts interrupted as he gets decked in the face by the man while he was off guard.

  “Ray!” Julia shouted in fright. “Oh shit, that was a clean one!” A bystander commented, invested in the scene. Julia immediately shoots a glare at him; “Are none of y’all gonna do something?! That’s my brother who just got hit!” “No way! I’m not getting involved with Advik Khatri! Your brother’s just gonna have to take it-” “Fuck you, coward!” Julia yelled at him.

  She ran towards Ray and pulled him back; “Ray, are you alright?!” “Julia…” Ray responds with surprise. Julia looks at Advik; “Please, don’t hurt him! Just… he’s been through so much in his life, I don’t want to see him hurt again…” She pleaded, leaving Ray in surprise. His face morphs back to a stern one as he looks back at Advik.

  Advik looks with irritation before letting out a chuckle, he smirks; “Well, if you don’t want me to hurt him, I could make things very easy for you around here-” “No.” Ray coldly interrupted, his gaze lethal. “Excuse me?” “Ray, please! I don’t care what happens to me, I just want you to be alright-” “I don’t care!” Ray shouts at her angrily. Julia immediately flinches and is left speechless, Ray takes notice and immediately looks down, feeling bad for scaring her.

  “Julia… I’m sorry that I did that. I just… you’ve already done more than enough for me. I’m already happy that you did all that for me, you don’t have to do anymore, especially not something as reckless as this. You don’t want me being hurt, but regardless, I’d feel hurt knowing what you’d go through if I let you listen to this jackass. You’re my sister, but most of all, you’re my best friend. Let me do something for you for once, let me be the one to not let you get hurt, alright?” He said softly.

  “Ray…” Her eyes widened, seeing his genuine conviction and desire to protect her. She swallows; “Y-yeah.” “Thank you, now go back over there. I’ll take care of this high-class criminal.” He commanded softly. Julia nods before stepping away.

  Ray looks back at Advik and his friends, he takes off his shirt and gets into a wide stance, staring them down angrily; “I was planning on showing mercy by not fighting, but after what you tried to ask my sister, I can’t let this slide.” He stated, waiting for Advik to approach. As he does, he goes in for a right hook straight to Ray’s face, only this time, his attack is stopped as Ray catches it effortlessly.

  Advik feels an intense, searing pain radiating through his entire arm; “Wait, let go of me-” He gasps as he feels an immediate, sharp pressure, followed by the shock of his ulna and radius snapping and grinding. His nerves fire off in every direction, creating a mix of burning, stabbing, and throbbing pain, time feels slower as the agonizing pain sinks in. Ray lets go before using his strength to lightly shove Advik back, knocking him down several feet back, tumbling and receiving minor injuries in the process.

  All five of Advik’s friends react in shock upon seeing Advik be hurt so easily, and so greatly. “That’s it, this guy needs to go down!” One of them shouts as they all decide to surround Ray, closing in to attack. Ray dodges the first swing, countering with a sharp elbow to the man’s gut, knocking him over instantly.

  Another lunged with a knife; Ray twisted, catching his wrist and flipping him over his shoulder, disarming him, breaking some of his bones with one swift motion.

  One of them kicks Ray in the side, which does more harm than good as he feels his foot in pain, as though he just kicked a wall. Ray turns to drive his palm into his ribs. Ray ducks under a wild punch, grabbing the next guy’s arm and pulling him closer, using his free hand to jab his shoulder, fracturing it before knocking him down.

  Finally, Ray spins around, delivering a fast kick, sending the last man toward the crowd of people.

  Unknowingly to Ray, the crowd of people had taken out their phones and begun recording the fight. As he gazes at his surroundings, he starts walking toward Julia. “Ray, behind you!” “Huh-” Ray whipped his head around to see Advik using the last of his strength in an attempt to stab him as he charged forward.

  In less than a second, Ray sees the knife heading directly for his face, and in less than a second Ray grabs his good wrist, knocking the knife into the air before letting go and catching it. He does a quick spin and without realizing, tears into his neck, ripping from the right end, all the way out the left end, the flesh being torn sounding like velcro.

  His blood instantly gushes out in a sudden burst, splattering forward in a messy, uncontrolled flow, with droplets scattering in every direction, glistening in the bright lights of the city.