Ice
Teh Sexy Monkey Queen
My Name is David Hernandez.
A short story by Ice.
My name is David Hernandez. I have been surrounded by death my whole life.
When I was six years old, my mother died from lung cancer. The doctors said that since she was a smoker for so many years, (not while she had me or any of my brothers and sister, don’t worry) it led to this. My older brother, Juan, was nine; my younger sister, Elizabeth was five, and my youngest brother, Marco, was four. We were all there when she passed away on the hospital bed. Our father tried his best to explain what happened, but only Juan really understood the best.
Seven years later, Juan died in a car accident. He was coming to pick me and the others up from school when this happened. We could see him coming, and he saw us as he honked the horn when a drunk driver ran a red light at 50 MPH on a 15 MPH road and rammed my brother into a light post. Juan died on the scene before someone could even dial 911.
Five years after that my father died of a heart attack. He was working as an electrician at a very big company that paid him well. My father wasn’t overweight nor did he ever have so much ‘bad’ food that could lead to having a heart attack. That day he died he was doing a routine job of checking and fixing some electrical wires that were faulting at the local hospital. I was with him that day since it was a Saturday and I loved to help out my father. Right after he finished he literally dropped dead. He was only 50 years old.
I would have loved to say that’s where everything ended, but sadly, the tale continues. My Uncle Nick, from my mother’s side, was stabbed to death one night when he was walking home from the store. I was going to his house to help him paint the baby’s room. I saw him coming down the street as he was only getting milk for his two year old son when some nut-job came out of some damn alley and mugged him before he killed him. His wife, Aunt Carmen, has not been the same since.
I wasn’t lying when I said death seemed to surround my life. It was one thing to have taken so much of my family, but death wasn’t satisfied with that. My best friend since I was two, Nick, was with me the day he died. We were coming home from the comic shop when we walked through the same shortcut we always take to get to my house quicker. Only problem was that this day happened to be the day two gangs were fighting for some untouched territory. All it took was one ricochet bullet to bounce off and hit Nick dead straight in his heart.
I can safely say, knock on wood, that my younger brother and sister are still alive, thank God. Elizabeth, now 20, is currently getting her Bachelor’s degree in business. Marco, 19, is getting his Associates in computer engineering. It’s been a while since I’ve seen the two.
A couple months ago some mysterious guy was in my house where I lived with my girlfriend. She was at work when this happened. I don’t know how, but he knew who I was. He knew everything about me and about my family. But for some reason, I wasn’t scared. I felt like I knew him. After talking to him for almost two hours, he dropped a bomb shell that changed my life forever. At first I didn’t believe him. I thought he was spewing crazy out. But he showed me the truth. Oddly enough, it actually explained everything that went wrong in my life.
My name is David Hernandez. I have been surrounded by death my whole life.
I guess that would explain why I’m the Angel of Death…