Crazyguy543 (17:12): You ready?
Crazy543(17:13): Someone's home?
Sara(17:13): No, I'm making the final touches. Just wait.
Crazygy543(17:13): Final touches for what?
Sara(17:14): Hehehehehe. You'll see.
Sara(17:20): Okay, come.
Cadell walked through a portal into the strong scent of Jollof rice. Entranced by the familiar smell, he closed his eyes and a sharp memory pierced his mind. He could hear his mum's beckoning shouts calling him from downstairs and his lips curled into a slight smile.
Cadell! Food's ready! Cadell! Cadell!
"Cadell?" Sara said.
Cadell opened his eyes to a concerned looking Sara. "Hm? You made Jollof rice?"
Sara smiled, gesturing at a dining table with his favourite dish of Jollof rice and fried chicken. "Take a seat. Your Mum told me the recipe ages ago. Thought I'd give it a shot."
Cadell cautiously approached the meal of his childhood. Instead of sitting down, he leaned forward and examined the food from an angle.
Sniff, Sniff, Sniff.
Sara burst out laughing. Lively yellow sparks illuminated the room.
"What?" Cadell asked.
"Just sit down and eat it! Are you trying to inhale the food with your nose?"
Cadell sat down and with a trembling hand he dug out a large heap of the orange rice with a spoon. As soon as the delicious food entered his mouth, it took all of his willpower to fight back tears. Why was he tasting his mothers cooking now after what he had done to her?
Sara leaned against a wall, folding her arms. "Well... how is it?"
Cadell cut out a chunk of chicken before scooping up another mountain of rice. "A bit too much salt but it's good."
"Damn it! I knew it."
"Don't worry," Cadell croaked. "It's really good."
"You can cry if you want," Sara said. "I've seen you do it before, so there's no need to pretend you're not a wuss."
Cadell's eyes narrowed. "I'm fine."
Sara laughed once more and took a seat opposite him. She rested her chin on the palms of her hands as she watched Cadell slowly eat the meal.
Minutes later, she said gravely, "Elijah says you don't laugh anymore," Sara said gravely moments later. "Is that true?"
Cadell picked up a chicken drumstick with both fingers. He swore in his head. This was not a conversation he wanted to have. "That's pretty normal considering the circumstances, don't you think?"
Sara averted her eyes. "Suppressing laughter isn't normal. It's okay to feel happy, Cad."
"I bet you're busy now," Cadell said.
"With exams and all that. What did you want to study for uni again?"
"Chemistry but let's not change the subject, please. Why don't you laugh?"
Cadell devoured the drumstick for thirty seconds before finally replying "It's what the voice wants, Sara. If I laugh, the seizure will consume me, medication or not."
"And how do you know that?"
"I just know. I don't expect you to understand and I know that to everyone else it seems crazy but this is what I believe."
Sara paused to readjust her glasses. "I heard about your new hobby."
She knows, boy! The voice said. She knows! End her now before she ruins our plans!
"I'm so happy you started art again!" Sara said. "You were always so good at that. What have you been working on?"
False alarm, boy. Still, end her though.
It's a painting," Cadell blurted, hating being put on the spot.
"Yeah, I've been painting a picture of you. Working on my portraits."
"Wow, of me?" Sara said, her face beaming. "I'm flattered. This isn't a joke, right?"
"No, I'm serious," Cadell said, forced to commit to his lie. "You look beautiful and I can picture you easily so..."
A sparkling yellow light almost masked Sara's wide grin. "Okay," Cadell said. "Don't get too happy."
"No, no, please continue with what you saying. What else am I?"
"I take back everything I said."
Cadell's phone vibrated. Thank God. "That's probably Elijah. Gotta go. Thanks for the food."
As Cadell stood up and began to walk into a portal, every surface of the living room rapidly turned a dark shade of purple.
"Wait," Sara said.
Cadell turned around to see her body neatly coloured in various shades of pink. Her eyes glowed purple like neon lights. Just like on the train on the day of the incident.
"What?" Cadell asked.
"One day, I will make you laugh again."
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As a child, Cadell Walker once told himself that having superpowers would be the best day of his life. He couldn't have been more wrong. In a near-future London, eighteen-year-old Cadell suffers from a super-powered schizophrenia which torments hi...