Miracles are funny things. Wouldn't you agree?

In life, we only get one chance in life before restarting everything and have no recollection of anything in our past. Maybe that's a moral in life we have to live with. Maybe it's not real. But maybe it is. We don't know when these things could happen, but we can't tell the difference of a tragedy with a miracle.

A miracle is the unexpected that brings joy into the eyes of the public; a triumph against all odds. A tragedy, however, could be the unpredictable that tears us apart; a sin, maybe.

There's not much we can do when provoked. I do know one thing, in all of my years as a kid: miracles are funny; you don't know when they're gonna happen. Maybe that's the point of life. Everything happens for a reason, maybe.

But that's why we can't be brought down from all the bad things in life. We are still alive, well being, perhaps, but we have a choice of reacting differently to it-could we be the one protesting life, as if it isn't, well enough, alone?

This is a story of me, as a young kid. Tragedies may have happen, but when they happen, that's the most unbelievable miracle of all. I had my inspiration of the bad and the good, but I know what's to be done. Maybe that's what life's all about.

Maybe.

I heard the police siren coming out that night. I couldn't tell you how I was already spooked by this. I thought something was happening in the neighborhood. This terrified me because it meant someone-from the neighborhood, of course-was not what they seemed. Who could have provoked the law?

Next thing I heard was the police cars stopping nearby. I just kept my eyes wide open and pretend nothing was happening. That's the way I wanted it: nothing happening.

Soon enough, there was a knock. I was scared since it felt so close. Eventually it got harder and louder. I just wanted the night to end. I was getting goose bumps all over my body. I thought it was just a matter of time before they come bursting through the door. For a minute there, I hoped they were knocking at the neighbors.

The door came down.

It may have been the loudest sound I heard in my life. Then I just stayed in my bed, hoping nothing would happen. But, all of a sudden, there was silence.

I was under too much pressure to even consider thinking. I didn't have second thoughts on what I was going to do. That led to me getting out of bed and going to the door.

Maybe, just maybe, I could wish for a voice in my head to tell me to not go any further and just go back to bed.

It didn't come, just temptation. I eventually opened the door and put my head out to see what's there. What I got wasn't what I wanted.

I was soon hit in the eye by the butt of a gun (possibly an AK-47, but with cops?). I even had the idea if they were robbers, breaking into my house and soon use my family as hostages.

But, before I could even breathe, it was a police officer. He covered my mouth. I didn't bother to yell. I was just glad it wasn't a robber or something.

He pulled out a photo and looked at me. He let me go, but whispered to be quiet. I did as I was told.

The man left the room and went with other police officers. They were holding big guns, but I couldn't see them well. Even if I am a cat, getting hit in the eye won't help you see better in the dark.

I was on the floor of my carpet. That really gave me a bit of relief, to know you're not being robbed. I didn't have second thoughts, but I soon looked over to see if Darwin was awake.

That's what scared me when i turned. He wasn't there. No fish was spotted in the lonely fishbowl. I couldn't move. My legs were just...still. I wanted to get up, but something told me to stay. So I did (mainly because if I ever disagree with my instinct I would always rue the day).

I looked out through the door, since that's what I was suppose to see. Nothing. There was nothing, until I sudden kick through the door. I saw the light coming through the door, with the shadows of the policemen coming through.

I was zoned out. I couldn't hear a thing. When they came out, they were holding two people. Immediately I thought it was mom and dad. But I was wrong. Dead wrong.

It was my mom, but there was someone else they were holding. Soon they past by me and went down to the stairs. One of the officers were kind enough to go to me. They picked me up, but I couldn't move. I was like a wet noodle. They checked my heart by pressing his head against my chest.

There was a pulse, but I knew there was no soul. It may have been me, but I could tell I wasn't among the living anymore. Soon enough, I was able to see myself. Maybe it was a metaphorical way, but I could see myself.

It may come as an alarm, but I believe I had a power when I was young. I don't know what, but I could see things when they're not really there, but they are happening though. I didn't know whether or not I was dreaming, but it felt real. So real that it is real.

Suddenly, I was back. I emerged, from a frighten kid, to a living body. The police officer thought I was a demon, but I was able to move again.

He helped me up, but he told me to brace myself for what was about to come.

I didn't know what, but I had to go outside to see what was really going on.

I saw two police cars, both sirens were still flashing blue and red. Soon I saw a crowd, emerging from the dark corners of the streets. The chance of a dark secret was a good possibility. I went out to see who did they got. I saw my mom in the back seat of the police car. I saw a shadow there. It was hard to tell who it was. But then I saw who it was. It was Darwin.

That didn't come to a shock. I had suspected something, but why were they in the car? They had a reason, a good reason if they decided to come and burst through the door without permission.

The officer that helped me out put his hand on my shoulder.

"Did you had a permit?" I asked.

"What?"

"Did you had a permit?"

"Of course we had a permit. We had reports of suspension between the two."

"About what?"

"Incest."

What he said killed me a little inside. But that got me thinking. Did it? Did it really? I had no way to know. I lost a mom and a brother. If it wasn't bad enough, news reporters came in. It was as if they planned for it to happen, like they were waiting for them.

A young woman came with her cameraman and reported: "We are here at the scene of the crime where 40 year old Nicole Watterson and her stepson, 10 year old Darwin Watterson have had a love affair between each other. This was just moments ago when the police had emerged from the dark and have arrested them. Shameful."

Shameful? I thought, What you do for a living is shameful.

Soon they came towards me and tried to get me to talk, while the police officer had forced them away from me. They asked me how I felt about this. They only captured a good second of me just standing there before they pulled her back away.

How did I feel? Nothing. I almost didn't care about them.