The Cursed Boy

Chapter 1

I pulled the dark heavy curtains close and walked towards the empty table. Today is the day I am supposed to be happy and thankful to the Lord that I am alive but I feel rather... different. What am I suppose to feel?

I sat on an empty chair and gestured for a random book to glide towards me. I could hear the students murmuring loudly about me and I brushed them off like every usual day.

I mean, how unusual is it to see a 14 year old boy performing magic in a wizardry school?

[I fancy playing pretend with myself. For once a week, I make myself believe that I am just like everybody. A human who possessed magic but does not bring any curse.]

I read about three to four chapters before rising to my feet and returning the book back to its respective shelf. The librarian is a sweet old lady and I don't like her fixing my junks.

As I walk outside the library, I could feel everyone's eyes boring deeply into my back as if they are trying to make a hole on it. I hung my head low in shame and proceeded to walk towards my room, the only one that are separated from the other boys.

[The professors made me have my own room that was hidden to everybody. They think my curse is becoming stronger and stronger each day I live and if one accidentally brushes my skin, he might immediately collapse.]

"My dear boy," A high pitched voice called out to me.

[The teachers, even them, they are afraid to call me by my name so instead, they went with 'Dear boy' or 'Honey' or 'My child' to avoid hurting my feelings. They have no idea...]

I spun around to meet a pair of emerald green eyes that are similar to mine. She has a soft smile etched on her face and her wavy brown locks were tied up into a bun. I actually like Ms. Mervina, she's one of the sweetest people that I have met in my whole life... if only she could act less tense, then I would like her more.

"Yes, ma'am?" I answered faintly.

"Mr. Eran would like to see you in his office." She replied, her voice unsteady yet understandable. I only nodded in response and proceeded to the place where I'm called.

[The headmaster was no other than Mr. Eran. He always talks about what is happening to me and even though he is trying his best to sound like he is being sincere, I could not avoid the feeling that he is making me feel worse. He reminds me that I am a monster... an unwanted.]

"Happy Birthday," The master started, a soft expression plastered on his face. He snapped his fingers and an old-fashioned leather notebook appeared in front of me. Curious, I took the floating object and Mr. Eran laughed softy.

"It's my present for you, lad." He said.

My cheeks flared and I bowed my head gently. "Thank you very much." I whispered but enough for him to hear.

"Don't mention it, 14 is a precious number. You should be glad that you are fourteen now."

And there he goes again, dropping the bomb and making me feel like a prick. I nodded slowly and gently opened the empty notebook that was on my hands.

"You should write what you feel in there." He added a few seconds later.

"Like a diary?"

"Depends on you."

"I don't like diaries, but perhaps I could write my feelings here?" I said. "I could pour my emotions out through pens."

"That could be great." He nodded his head and crosses his legs like a gentleman. I know this would happen, and I am prepared of what is going to happen next.

"About your... curse." He started, making eye contact with me. Hazel and green collided in an instant and I looked down, terrified, that I might turn him into ash. "It's quite more deadly now."

All I could do is silently scoff for he was stating the obvious. I have turned fourteen a few hours ago, what do you expect?

"I know that, Sir." I said, trying to hide the bitterness from my voice but failed miserably.

"I don't want you to feel bad about your situa-"

"It is fine!" I snapped at him but only stopped when I realize the position I'm in. I have no right to shout at the head master.

He glared at me for a few seconds before continuing his common reminder.

After what seems like a half an hour of his speech, I politely exited his office and continued to stride towards my own isolated room, the leather notebook tucked between my arm and side. I fixed my crooked tie and performed a cover up spell to hide my little present and avoid it from getting wet.

Yes, instead of walking straight towards my place, I turned left to where the giant door stands; the only thing that separates us from the forest.

I have decided to take a small walk under the rain.