The “Tynooza finite”
By: Carla Sierra Arzuffi
Chapter two: The lost cables.
Tyler was comfortably reading a book in bed. He loved reading. Books created a comfort for the unhappy parts in his life, with books he could travel to wonderful places, fight terrible enemies, save the most beautiful girls, and feel pain and happiness without actually feeling them. Books were always there for him (As Lancelot, his dog, would be later in life, but we will get to that).
Tyler spent a lot of his income purchasing rare books on the Internet. That week, he was a expecting a package carrying a precious new friend. I mean: book. So when the doorbell rang he pranced excitedly to the door, and indeed, a package had arrived for him. He carried the brown box into his room and placed it in his bed.
Tyler had to pee, like really pee, and thank god he did. He went into the bathroom to dispose the water he had earlier eagerly drank. While he was in there, a huge BOOM! went out. It took him by surprise; he even spilled himself a little, or a lot.
He was scared, but when he finally came out of the bathroom and entered his bedroom he saw what he suspected. The package had blown up. It was no friend, no book, but a bomb. Yes, a bomb! His bed was a mess, almost completely destroyed. If he had been standing even one feet away of that bomb, he surely would be dead by now.
He was in a rage, “That fucking psycho sister of mine, she almost killed me” was all he could think over and over again.
Yes, Tyler Nooza became this close---------- to dying. But he finally found that last--------- inside of him that made him now completely hate Amanda.
When you completely hate someone, things change, actual hate brings out feelings and thoughts you never thought you could have. Yes, Tyler was now on fire, he was almost mad with rage, but, Tyler was a good person, even though he hated his sister, he could not be as evil as she was, he could not strike back and try to kill her, but he could do something that would make her hate him even more. He could always survive.
He then knew he had to do everything in his power to never die, never. And then, as simple as that, something inside of him snapped, changed, like some lost cables finally found each other, and Tyler Nozza finally became that peculiar person he always felt he was. He would not truly find out the truth until later, but right then and there, he became the peculiar human that could never die.
To be continued......
I feel obligated to say that no one should try to steal (take another person´s property without permission) or try to reproduce (create something similar) any of the content in this story or blog. Tyler Nooza is mine. Thank you for your kindness and attention my dearest imaginary readers.