"NEW ORDER"
"THE PAST"
Byron
Let me start my story with an origin. Alphateo Swain was my dad and Eugenia Swain was definitely my mom. They both died, what I mean is, "killed" by some robbers, I think. They died when I was seven years old. It was very tragic for me and my little sister when we saw our parents dead on two coffins, two burials and two tombstones each. Before that night of the incident, my father called me
"Byron, come here." he called with a smiling face after he did work with mom in the basement. First I really did not know what were they doing under but I'd never asked. It was my birthday next week and my parents always gave me special presents. They sometimes gave it to me before the week of my birthday.
"What is it dad?" I said excitingly
"I want to give you something before you visit your aunt. I want you to give your present already." He replied. He reached out to his pocket and showed me an "S" diamond shaped pendant with a blue stained glass on the middle of it and the "S" pendant is attached to the chained lasso. He then gave it to me.
"But I don't want it!" I yelled. Of course I was a child at that time. I was still immature. I threw the necklace to the floor.
Dad took the necklace on the floor "Aren't you grateful of what you have? This is what my father gave me when I was seven; like your age." He cheered. He again, gave it to me.
"I don't want it I want my favorite toy at the mall!" I yelled and then I cried. Yup, I was a total nut head at my past times.
"But—"dad stopped talking when he glanced at mom, who shook her head. My dad quickly left with mom and talked behind the kitchen.
The next day I and my sister went off to my aunt's house; my aunt brought us there. But before that, my dad whispered to me "When you come back here, in the closet you will find your present."
"Why don't you give it to me? It's not the stupid necklace, right?" I asked
My dad shook his head "It's a surprise."
We stayed a week in my uncle and aunt's home until we decided to go back home before the day of my birthday. She brought us back to our home but it was different now, the door was broken, glass pieces were scattered on the grass and the most horrifying of all, were the blood stains around the lawn. We dashed inside and I was terrified when I saw two dead bodies on the floor; it was our parents covered with blood and around them were tumbled furniture.
I put my hand on my father's shoulder and shook it "Dad?"
He didn't reply. I asked again with tears flowing "Dad?!"
When he didn't reply twice, I put my head on my arms on his body and started to cry "Dad! Why won't you answer me! You said you will never leave me!"
My aunt came and I embraced her tightly. She and my uncle are the last and the kindest living relative that I and my sister had left.
When my sister and my aunt were outside, I remembered suddenly what dad said about his present for me "in the closet you will find the present …" I quickly went to the closet and saw the necklace that my dad tried to gave me; the "S" necklace. I took it and there was a letter under it and it reads
"Happy 8th Birthday Byron,
We are so proud of you that after so many years of taking care of you, it is time that we will give you a special gift from my ancestors. Never lose it, or else you will forget the memories about your parents. When you see us dead or gone do not cry and be sad as years go by, please be a good and brave boy. If you wear this stupid necklace, remember that your parents are always there for you. We will always love you…"
I cried again but as I lay my head on the bottom of the paper I saw small words on it. I looked closely and it reads
"P.S Don't show or tell this, neither the necklace nor the letter to your aunt nor your sister. Don't tell it to anyone. Promise us."
I wonder why I would not show it to anyone but I kept my promise to them. Since then, I started living with my aunt and uncle's home. I call them "mom" and 'dad". Years go by with the necklace secretly worn around my neck.