Created by Juan Daniel

100 YEARS

The nights and days where cold, but in a rainy or foggy day, the house was filled with weed, the TV signal was lost every time the smoke-filled the living room. After dinner the clock of the microwave lighted brighter because it was impaired, and nobody ever used it again. The family left the kitchen turning off the lights every cold evening, but not every foggy or rainy day. The neighborhood was quiet, and they didn't like strangers, and they knew exactly who was the creepy person who hide weed in the house, they secretly spied strangers that crossed the blocks. The house was colourful compared to the neighborhood, that's why they hated the Willtermons so much, the Willtermons had the disadvantage at letting the windows wide open without curtains, the neighborhood had all the time in the world to spy the willtermons day and night, but they didn't care or bother about it.

Robert, a tall and heavy height man is the owner of the secret pile of weed saved in the house. Robert likes to smoke weed in his leisure time with alcohol beside him. This man had a kitchen full with pizza every Monday afternoon, every cold, foggy or rainy day was perfect for him to take the advantage of the wide open space of the house to fill it with weed, the same dangerous material that drove him into a debt with the mafia.

The only problem that incriminated him, was the illegal weed, but he doesn't care if they find him. Somewhere in the house was a secret pile of weed that Robert stole from the mafia, and the family didn't even had a clue.

The mafia were looking for him, they burned his house and they tortured Robert's relatives, but at the end Robert escaped to another city with his truck full of weed, where he rented a room in the Willtermons house. They were renting two rooms, Robert chose the big room closer to the kitchen, but he never expected anybody to rent the other room.

The Willtermons a family of three people, James, head of the house, a tall skinny man with an expensive suit. Clara a tall dark skin colour woman with a shiny dress. And Andy, a dark skin colour ten-year old boy, a boy who didn't go to school, but he was still happy with his family because they travel to different places taking pictures and making long journeys, which left Robert alone in the house, with everything they had.

Robert sold a few things from the house without letting the Willtermons know what he did. Robert was sitting in the couch counting the money and drinking alcohol, while he heard a knock on the door.

Robert got up and went straight at the door, he then opened the door and then he saw an old man who was standing in front of him, with strange clothes, and a small hat, his face was in shock when he saw Robert. The old man was sad, and whats more, he was crying in silent, his body was straight, but he could not look at Robert without feeling his death. In one hand the old man had a small notebook, and in the other a plastic bag.

"What do you want?"asked Robert trying to be gentle, the old man didn't answer but his fear spoke for him.

"Are you listening to me ... I said what do you want?" ... still didn't answer but he opened his mouth trying to mimic a word.

"alright then, just get out of my property, or I'll call the cops on you." Robert was slowly closing the door.

"What am I doing here?" the old man said. Robert stopped for a moment.

"what's your name?" said Robert impatiently. Almost like a whisper, "I don't know." ...

"Man you need help." Robert almost closed the door, but the old man put his shoe in the way.

"let go before I get crazy." the old man looked at him and replied "No you're just drunk." Robert opened the door again, "how do you know that I'm drunk, I only had one glass." the old man looked at him in the eyes as Robert felt his presence as he once felt his father.

"well you are standing in front of me, and I can tell you were smoking too." Robert got nervous.

" Who are you?" asked Robert loosing his patience ... A silent moment filled his answer as the air around them winded aside. "Cristian mortensen." was his answer but it did not change Robert reaction.

"Why are you here?" ... silent again but even firmed then before, and finally he replied" to many questions, I can't think straight." ... Robert got mad. "if you put one of your feet in the way again I'm going to smash it."

" Ho oh I remember now, I'm here to see the family because I want to rent one of the rooms." Robert opened his eyes in panic, "WHAT? " ... " you're nuts, you are a liar, you are not here for that, speak up, what do you want." Cristian got serious, " It's true, I came from far away, I saw the apartment in the newspaper."

" where are you from?" said Robert trumbling his voice because he wanted to create somehow a way to get rid of him.

" I'm from Denmark."

" how old are you." said Robert.

" hundred years old." ... Robert laughed, " Jaja ... There you are lying again." Cristian looked at Robert's eyes,

" You are not James Willtermon, ! Are you ? ... Robert increased his voice. " Listen, if you got lost from your Hospital Health Care I can call someone who could pick you up and take you there." Cristian got crazy when he heard Robert saying that, Cristian started Yelling. " No, nO, NO,NO,NO ... NO, there's not time, and ... I'm, and ... I'm losing my mind ... Please, please." Robert felt the ambition of more money, "

"So ... do you know how much you have to pay." ... " I believe I have enough."

"well I'm sorry because it has increased by one hundred." Cristian looked suspiciously at Robert.

" what's your name." said Cristian opening one eye more than the other just like an old man ...

"Do you have the money or not." said Robert sarcastically.

" yes, yes, here." Cristian handed three hundred dollars to Robert.

"Ok, just wait a minute here, I'm just going to clean your room." said Robert, then he went to the kitchen and started taking all the weed to the small room in the basement, where James saves his equipment garage. But that took Robert almost half-hour while Cristian was waiting in the door.

"Ok your room is now clean ... Listened up, in this house there's only one rule that you must follow, and that rule is that you can't go around the house touching staff or looking where your are not supposed to.

" IT'S THAT UNDERSTOOD."

" yes, yes." Robert watched Cristian while he walked in. Robert then closed the door.

" follow me, ... I'll take you to your room." Robert walked across the living room."

"what were you doing that was more important than cleaning a room for an old man like me." Robert stopped then looked in panic at Cristian, Robert moved towards the couch where his whiskey was waiting for him, Robert drank for a second, and then looked at Cristian again.

"Your nuts, the weather must be affecting you. Come on, don't you want to see your room." Robert quickly walked upstairs, Cristian took a quick view of the house but it was so dirty that he got bore, he then followed him upstairs really slow.

"Here ... This is your room." said Robert. Cristian walked in slowly.

" Is there anything else you want, your majesty."said Robert with a smile knowing that he room was small enough for an old man, for a second he though of apologizing for not cleaning his room which Cristian notice on his way in, but then again Robert was selfish and he had pride and a huge self-steam.

"No thank you, I'm alright." his voice was kind and he felt than an argue just wasn't worth it. Cristian sat on the bed. Robert took a good looked at Cristian who was making a sad face.

"How old you said you are?" said Robert confused. " hundred." Robert smile again, then left the room and went downstairs, he walked around the house, and then sat on the couch and turned on the Tv.

Cristian was sitting on the bed thinking, and then he opened his notebook and took a pen out of his jacket and started writing on the notebook.

NOTEBOOK:
Brother, it's been more than a year and I still don't understand what has change the world this days. I'm losing my mind, things are getting so fast around me. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to take care of myself. I don't want to be living there ... The hospital that is keeping me from making the promise that I made so many years ago. I can't let go that promise. I have lived one hundred years and I'm still not able to carry out that promise, that mission that has made me a wise and noble person. I'll keep fighting because that's what I have done, and I don't want to give up on myself now ... I have met a man today, he's like you, so ignorant and selfish, he doesn't realized that alcohol and pizza are making his days shorter, I have forgotten your name for the thirty-four time, you were the closest person that has ever inspired me to go through this life, and before I forget to write or read, I'll tell you something that I should have said before. I love you brother, I wish you were here with me ... I'm reporting here from the willtermons day one, hang in there I almost done my promise after fifty-two years thirty-four days, but don't worried, I'm almost there, I'm almost there, God bless you my brother.

To be continue ...