disclaimer- check in 1st chap, no feel like writing it.
i kno this chap is sorta short- i'm still thinking about what will happen next in chap4 and who's POV it will be... *shrug* i'll say more in the next chap.
i'll shut up again.
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CHAPTER TWO: Jared Jordan Fuentes
I woke up screaming.
Sweat dripping off of me and panting, I glanced at my alarm clock. The glowing red numbers glowed 1 AM.
Groaning, I stared at the dark blue walls of my room. My dark colored clothes were thrown on the floor- yesterday's desperate attempt to find something that didn't smell to wear...
My name is Jared. I'm currently sixteen, five feet six, have dark brown eyes, olive colored skin like my father, and slightly longer than average messy black hair. I've become a slightly more dark person than I was before, hence all of the dark colors. I'm not sure what happened, but I suddenly got fascinated by the night and darkness...
"Jared honey, are you all right?" A woman's voice asked as the head that went with it peeked inside my room, followed by the rest of her body.
That woman would be my mom. She's shorter than me by one inch, has dirty blond hair, honey eyes and skin that was definitely lighter than mine. Most people would wonder who my mom REAL mom is, because I look nothing like her. But the one thing that people know for sure about her is that she's Tobias Fangor the Animorph's twin sister. And when they see her and my dad together, they still question why she married him. Even though they're adults, they act like kids around each other- playing "innocent" tricks with each other, bickering, fooling around...
"I'm all right Mom. I just had a nightmare." I told her. I didn't want to worry her, after what she's been going through. "I'll walk with you back to your room with Dad. Sorry if I waked you,"
Mom has cancer. She didn't want anyone to worry about her, so she only told the rest of her fellow Animorphs, which included Dad, since, after all, he is Marco. She didn't intend for me to find out at first, but I had overheard. I was heading back to my room when I heard her say the words that haunt me: "I have cancer." I had ran into my room and cried for hours, knowing that many people died from cancer, and couldn't stand the thought of losing her. She had helped me through basically every hard time in my life- that is, unless it was a thing that only guys could understand, in that case, I went to Dad. Mom has always known how to make me feel better, has always known what I liked, what I wanted, what I didn't really need, and let me talk to her about my deepest secrets- despite the fact that they wouldn't really be secrets if I told someone...
"No, I'm all right Jared. As for the waking me up part," Mom smiled. "Do you think I can sleep with your father's snoring?"
I laughed, a rare smile on my face. Since I started becoming more dark, I didn't really smile a lot, though I did laugh more often.
"Besides, I need to talk to you." Mom said.
"About what? What can possibly be so important that it can't wait until the actual morning?" I wondered.
"You sound like a smarter version of your father." Mom stated.
"Oh what? Your calling Dad dumb?" I countered, smirking.
Mom laughed at that. "Well, no, not really, but whenever he says that in general, he doesn't use the big words."
We stood there laughing for a while longer. After we got it all out, we sat next to each other on my bed.
"OK, now seriously, what is it that you want to talk about?" I asked.
Mom glanced at the note that was in her hand. I didn't remember seeing her with it earlier when she entered, but I assumed she had it hidden somewhere and just taken it out. "It's this. I noticed that you're leaning towards the 'Dark Side' lately. I think I know what's making you be like that, and this letter will tell you everything you'll need to know, and then some. But I don't want you to open it until after I'm gone."
"Mom, you don't know that you'll die from the cancer," I stated, trying to keep myself from crying- I always seemed to tear up when I started talking about a subject I was sensitive about.
She shook her head, a smile appeared on her face. "OK then, just don't open it until I tell you to or until I die," She ordered. "I can't let you knowing it too early or too late, just don't until then, OK? Promise me."
I nodded. "I promise," I said, taking the letter. "I think we should go to bed now,"
Mom rolled her eyes. "Yeah, for all we know, your father's about to call the cops because I'm not there next to him. You know him, since the thing and all that..." She stood up. "Night Jar-Head."
"Mom!" I groaned. She knew I hated that name, but it didn't stop her from using it.
"Fine, night Jared," She said, stopping at the doorway.
"See you in the morning Mom." I replied as she smiled and left my room, closing the door behind her. I sighed again, covered my head with my sheets, then slowly fell asleep.
-later that day in the afternoon-
"Jared you just can't go out on us! Mom's in the hospital! She's dying!" My twin sister Anilie- who was named after my Mom by changing the spelling of her Andalite name, and looks exactly like her too- shouted at me as I grabbed my jacket to leave. Unlike me, she and the rest of my cousins who weren't here right now didn't know about the cancer.
I was so stressed out right now. I was mad at myself for not knowing it sooner that Mom knew she was going to die today. I was mad at her for leaving us and not telling us. I was mad at nearly everything and everyone then.
Just before Anilie was about to yell some more, I lost it. I exploded. "Don't tell me that I don't care! Mom meant the world to me! She was basically my best friend! I know what you think and all that but I do care! I just can't take it anymore!" I yelled back at her. "I've known all along that she had cancer, and it's been a burden knowing and having to keep it secret. You don't know what it's like!" I turned away, not able to face her anymore. "I'm leaving. Don't wait up." I opened the front door and slammed it behind me, running like crazy. Running as if it would get me away from my problems. Like it would help the situation.
I just wanted to be alone...
And there's only one place where I can do that.
-somewhere else-
I sat on the roof top, arms on my knees, head resting in my arms, eyes staring out at the horizon. I didn't know what to do. Mom was dying, Anilie probably thought I was betraying the family, and I hated myself just then. This couldn't be happening... It couldn't be...
My Mom and Dad have tried desperately to prevent what happened to their parents from happening to us. Mom couldn't stand the thought of Anilie and I having to live with either her or Dad being murdered, like what happened to her father, Elfangor. Dad couldn't stand the thought of having either him or Mom "die" only to find out that she was alive after years of hurt, like with him and his mother. Both of them didn't want us to lose one or both of them.
The only difference with their situations and mine is that they couldn't do anything to prevent it- it just happened then and there. But in my current one, there was weeks between the time Mom found out she had cancer and now. We had plenty of time to try to find out a way to stop it.
But we didn't.
It just wasn't fair...
I felt a sudden cold breeze around me and I saw a mini Yeerk Pool appear out of no where next to me- with a Yeerk in it!
I cocked my head to the side, staring at it in confusion. A note appeared in my hand. I stared at the note, not sure how it got there. I opened it up and in rushed handwriting it said:
"Don't worry Jared, it's just Kala in there. He'll tell you what's going on.
"Love,
"Mom."
"Kala?" I repeated. Kala was Mom's Yeerk. She's been a Controller all her life, and luckily got a Yeerk that wasn't like Visser Three/One. Another note appeared in my hand as soon as I said that- the letter Mom gave to me last night. I had left it at home this morning- whoever was putting Kala and the other note with me must have wanted me to have it then. I felt a cold touch on my left cheek- a kiss...
I shivered and put the thought out of my mind. There was no such thing as ghosts. I glanced at the small Yeerk Pool and Kala in it. I sighed and figured that I had nothing to lose if I let Kala use me as a host for now on- after all, what use would Mom be to him as a host when she dies?
My hand dipped into the strange liquid and I felt Kala's sluggish form get on it. I raised him to my ear and let him enter.
Becoming a Controller didn't really hurt as much as I thought it would be. It seemed like Kala had learned how to keep from taking over whenever he entered because I was still able to move by myself.
((I'm sorry Jared.)) Kala said slowly.
I stared at the ground in sorrow. ((I know.)) I replied. ((Is it hard for you? I mean, you've known her ever since she was barely a year old. How do you deal with it?))
Kala was silent at first. ((It is, harder than I think I'll ever be able to explain or feel again. It is always hard to lose a loved one- especially one that you've known for most of your life...)) He paused. ((I don't know how I ever deal with it. I just know that I can't be moping around on the past- nothing can change that. I just weep for what it's worth, then go back to my life. I don't mean for you to forget your mother, Jared- even I can't do that. Just reflect on all of the good times, not the bad. Those are the times you forget- learning that she has cancer, when she died...))
Tears formed in my eyes. ((So she's really dead now?))
Kala would have nodded if he could. ((Yes, I'm sorry once again Jared. But we have other matters to get to.))
I nodded and took out the letter Mom gave me last night.
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i didn't kno how 2 end it... oh well.