The weight of desires- and a tantrum

-I think I'm fed up with this century, this life, these clothes, this everything, because life must be so complicated sometimes!!! Really sir!!! Take me away!!!!

-No...no, wait, shouldn't one blaspheme like that ...what if it really happens?

This guy who looks so miserable again has made a change in his plans.

-But damn, it's not my problem if I don't get along with my mates, they don't get along with me, sometimes those fools don't understand....

He laments as he knows that his life is getting to the point. He has changed schools about 3 times, because of fights? No of course, addictions of course...what not, any death threats from a jealous boyfriend? How naughty you are...no no and no!!!!

Neither one nor the other, let's overlook his incredible irresponsibility and extreme arrogance being a nobody, and focus on how easily this guy is bored with things.

Obviously he wants what anyone at his age wants, a nice girl, a low paying job to splash the cash, and a car maybe? No, he doesn't like cars.

But women always pick the stupid guys (that's what he thinks); in interviews those stupids always ask for things like references and parental permissions, I don't have them (it's a bit harsh...but this guy is adopted) and I would never, ever, ever touch a car (the reason for being adopted).

-Ufff...I don't know why, I always feel unsatisfied without trying anything...is that what they call a failure candidate? Or Freak? Anyway...better to drop out of school than to try to be accepted by those guys, with their perfect families, their dream life.

-No!!! I'm not sad hahaha!

He swallowed the tears deeply and decided to leave for home.

Herm was a colony lost in the world, it's not a particular place, but it has these old-fashioned buildings, colonial facades, mixed in the undergrowth, wide forests and residential areas surrounding it, in one of them, lives Calimac.

-Ahgg... here we go again, I never know how to greet them, hello guys? hello family? what's up, mmmm....

Despite the years, Calimac had not adapted to the lifestyle, but the people who took care of him were kind and always treated him with sympathy...but he couldn't get over the fact that he was adopted....

-I-I'm here..." He frowns as he enters the cobalt-coloured gate.

-Ah, you're here, how was your first day of school, honey?

A woman, well into her later years shot all the affection the boy needed, no, even surpassed it, but there was the problem, how to respond to that?

-It doesn't matter.

-It doesn't matter? Honey, it was your first day at the new school, I want to know if you feel more comfortable.

-S-school, it doesn't seem to be for me...-What do you mean? What do you mean?

He didn't raise his tone, he controlled his emotions; the less overflowing they were, the kind woman, who had done so much for him, wouldn't feel so bad...so frustrated that this guy couldn't move forward.

-I want to take some time off from school, Martha.

-Amm...b-but honey....

"Why do you insist on calling me that? I don't...I'm sorry, I have to take some time off."

The pain in the mother was greater for the manner of speech, than for the request; calling her by name with no trace of familiarity or affection after so many years, the ingrate still avoiding it.

-Have we been...bad?

"Again that, why do you lament and blame yourselves? I am the failure...I..."

How much pain he felt at the question, and not being able to answer it; they were good parents and had done their part, but Calimac just wouldn't accept the fact of being him and his past. They didn't understand that no matter how much he wished and tried, the envy for his peers, the insecurity about his adoptive parents and their hopes, all made him want to disappear from the world!

-I want to leave this...this place!

-But Calimac....

One after another, his legs overcame the creaky wooden steps to find his room, and with the urgency of a teenager, the door thundered open.

Here he came again... regrets for his own attitude; he saw himself as an unfeeling, arrogant, envy-filled monster who was unappreciative, but his sweet parents identified it correctly, he was just a teenager and they would keep trying...

"They'd be happier if I wasn't...I'm the problem here."

After a few fleeting tears, he filled his mouth with a sigh, lifted his humanity and looked near his bed.

Was he hiding something illegal there? No...well almost, at least to him.

-Ahhh...I saw this on the internet the other day, is it really a treatise on occult magic? I just bought it out of curiosity, but if I read it, will I be cursed or something?

Adding to that lousy attitude, Calimac had developed some strange dogmas.

-I'll open it... I'll open it, damn it!...No curse, you must not curse, damn it!!!!

The reasons are unclear, it's probably more an interest in the occult, and that Calimac unconsciously has hopes for magic, that automatically makes him defenceless against other supernatural things, so his fear of being cursed for being a bad person, is quite contradictory...

- So are you going to open it or not\, what does it matter anyway...after talking to Martha like that\, about everything in my life\, can I really think that something supernatural could be worse?

Sweat ran down the pathways that her tears had once taken, and so the rest of the afternoon passed;  had forgotten to think about it, about his life, about the future, about how to apologize for the terrible attitude  could not control, but.

Suddenly all sensations found a balance and he couldn't help falling asleep; just like a stereotypical model citizen, Calicmac was in his bed at 7 p.m., but without his pyjamas and with a book that dictated, "hidden arts so that any girl won't escape you" in his fingers...

By the way, a girl had rejected his advance that first day, of course it was not the first time; the reason for the change of his school was a broken heart and frustration, but the foolish Calimac did not know how to control emotions as well as he thought, and he flooded himself in a glass of water, shouting that his tragedy was as big as the ocean...

However, such events did not erase the original problem, he did not accept his situation; since the death of his parents in that accident the boy closed his heart and attitude towards a family, deep down, he could not handle what happened, such a feeling worsened over time and he ended up being the person he is; asking for terrible things looking at the sky and then biting his tongue in case they came true.

What is the weight of wishes?

Martha, the jovial and good woman who adored him, sighed as she was filled with courage; she determined in her heart to try with more love, she would definitely make him see her as his mother and be happy.

And Calimac was about to have a real tantrum...

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Hey!...

A tremor shook the bed of the happy couple.

-Did you hear that?

-Y-yeah... will Calimac be alright?

-I guess it was just a... AH!!!!

The middle-aged man resting next to Martha felt several times his weight, or rather, a shift in gravity, and as soon as the effect passed, a flashing light filtered through the door of their room...

-W-What was that?

-I'm going to get our son... he must be scared.

-Wait, I'm coming with you, if anything happens I'll be ready!

He prepared a magnetic teaser he had on a bedside table, which didn't make much sense; but in the desperation of events that was all he could think of....

-You'd better call the police!

Shouted the jovial woman, disappearing into the renewed darkness of the corridor; their bedrooms were adjoining, and Calimac was in the next one.

-Yes...police, what was all that about a moment ago? What? The tremor and the light...No reports? but a moment ago....

-Ah!!!

¿..?

A shriek shook his heart, making him drop the phone to rush to the place; it was the voice of his sweet Martha, but in his mind he could not avoid the worst presentiments for his adopted son who that day did not leave his room. ....

-What's happen... oh!

When he looked out, he found his wife lying on her knees; the cause was obvious, for, in the centre of the room was that....

-And C-Calimac?!

-N-no...this is not happening...!

It might be a tense moment and something supernatural might come before them, but the first thing they attended to was the whereabouts of their beloved son...they were good people indeed.

-Hey! it's moving...run!

-B-but Calimac no....

-Run!

In the centre of the room, on the bed of an arrogant and foolish teenager, a hole of deep darkness, not merging with the night, throbbed and faster than expected dilated.

-Call the police!

They were good people, but they were people after all, so they decided to run for their lives.

What is the weight of desire? Well, Calimac was about to find out.

 *Well ... I didn't think of a song, but now I want to know this guy's reaction when he discovers the other Martha ... he probably won't take it so well.

 :(((

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