Nekromantik
Legacy Name: Nekromantik

Nov 2nd, 00:00 hours
I was already used to the stares of foreigners, those who watched us with admiration, curiosity and respect. At first I was very terrify by their presence, they reminded of me the Itztépetl, a hill covered with sharp flints that tore the corpses of the dead when they climbed it in order get to the mictlán (underworld). It wasn't very common to see people with pale white skin and big bright bue eyes. Our facial features, and even the body, are too different, we still look and dress like our ancestors, we still eat what our ancestors ate hundreds of years ago and we rarely take any foreign habits.
It was during the Eve of all Saints. I was at the cemetery with my family doing the annual thing among the other families. There's a moment in the night where chants raise and right afterwards people is meant to leave the cemetery, leaving on top of the tombs the favorite food, sweets and drinks of those who have gone before us.
This year I didn't see who was the tomb of, last year it was my grandfather's turn, the one before that one it was one of my uncle's turn and the one before my uncle's was my cousin's who died a couple of weeks after been born, it was very dark for me to see the epigraph and I was already very tired so I left without looking back.

Nov 2nd, 12:00 hours
During the morning I had to go back early to the cemetery for all the dishes we left there, otherwise crazy tourists and thieves would have time to take everything with them and keep them as a souvenir or resell them for the tourists that weren't brave enough to take something with them during the early morning.
Doctors had detected cancer on my mom's heart again and my father had re-started drinking, plus barely last year had my grandmother left us, so it was my duty to wake up early and get the dishes and pots that had spent the night there. I arrived at the cemetery and the dishes were all gone, damn, I had come too late and they had already been stolen.
I just finished cursing and the sky became cloudy and a strong wind blew, the leaves of the trees were moving too much and that's when I slipped on the empty tomb while a downpour mixed with wind and dust started falling.
I noticed my father at the entrance of the Pantheon, more sober than ever and he stared at me with an of hatred and anger. I didn't bother to ask what was wrong, I already knew it. It was all my fault after all.
When I was about to leave, a young, smiling and pale boy showed up from behind a tree. He had nothing on him, I guessed he had come over for his dishes as well but apparently didn't find any either. I got pissed because of the resellers and tourists again, then I approached my father and we went back home together.

Nov 17th
Tomorrow marks one year since my grandmother passed away, I don't remember the details of her death, must have been very shocking to me and so I forgot about it, like many other things. My parents have not said anything about the incident, my mom arrived a week ago from her last chemotherapy and my dad was in God knows which corner lying drunk. I decided that if no one did anything, I'd go visit her and make her corresponding prayers.

Nov 18th
I found some nice flowers on the side of the road on my way to the cemetery, I had taken a bit of shredded paper from my house and had done a nice bouquet. Upon my arrival the gate was being closed, I should have foreseen it, they only open it when somebody passes away or during the dead's festivities.
I turned to look toward the corner, I didn't see him when I first passed by but now he was there, the same boy with the same pale skin, the same smile and the same clothing. He smiled at me and so I did, then he approached me.

-Are you alone?
-No, I mean, yes but my parents should come over soon.
-A shame.
-What?
-Nothing, why did you want to get in there?
-I've brought her flowers, my grandma.
-Did she leave you long ago?
-Today it makes a year.
-A year?!
-Does that surprise you?
-Yes, I didn't know someone would take so long to find the Itzcuintl... I mean, a year is a very long time.
-Not such a big time.
-Yeah, well.... that's true. Do you want me to help you get in there?
-You got the keys?
-Yes, I mean, no but I know a way to get in.

I followed him to the back of the cemetery and there was another door, but this one wasn't closed.

-Wow, I had never seen this one.
-Not everyone can see it
-Here, take my hand and come with me
-I will wait for you in here.
-Are you afraid? There's no one in here, just tombs.
-I don't enjoy it, that's all.
-I am sorry, well, then wait for me here.

I made some quick prayers, I left the bouquet and went back to the back door but the boy wasn't there anymore, I should have asked his name.

Dec 1st
Mom's back to the hospital, cancer appeared again, I feel very betrayed. I've always wanted to go into the hospital with her but I am not allowed because I am apparently too young to be in a place like that. My dad didn't go any further after she passed through the door, he's now in some of the town's bar drinking his soul away. I've been left alone at the entrance door, and they told me that mom would have to spend new years eve hospitalized.
I went to the park to see if there were any other children to play with but the streets are hollow, this winter is the coldest in years.

Dec 5th
Days have been quite boring, I tried to watch TV yesterday but my dad turn it off right away. I guess that the electricity bill was too expensive this month.
I went to the park again, some trees are flourishing very nicely this winter and the city all has made a great work with so many colorful lights.

Dec 24th, 13:00 hours
Today is Christmas Eve, my dad has been sober lately, it might be because my mom is allowed to leave the hospital just for tonight and we will be able to spend Christmas together. This time I'm very surprised of my parents good behavior so I went to the supermarket to buy some things in order to prepare a delicious dinner. The one who usually cooks is my mom but she is fresh out of the hospital so I'll give them a surprise.

Dec 24th, 18:00 hours
I made a mess in the kitchen and my dad has almost given my mom a good beating, I tried to explain that it was all my fault but I was pushed away. The dress that I have made all by myself is now all dirty and my dad went to sleep. He's also started drinking before the nap.

Dec 24th, 20:00 hours
I saw him again, the boy, I did not now he was an altar boy, he was standing right behind the altar and didn't stop looking at me during all the celebration. I wanted to talk to him but I didn't think it was appropriate to interrupt.

Dec 24th, 22:00 hours
My mom has not noticed that the boy has been following us all the way back home, it is very cold and my mom has slipped a couple of times already, no one has come to help us and I am not strong enough to lift her. It's embarrassing.

Dec 25th, 00:00hrs
My mom went straight to bed, she didn't notice the food that I prepared for her. I looked at the window and there he was again, I approached him and we spent all the night talking. His name is Mictlantecuhtli.

Dec 31st, 20:00hrs
Dad left home earlier today and took all of his stuff with him. My mom has bursted into tears and the ambulance had to come for her. I went to the hospital but after 10 hours of being in intensive care, she's gone. Mictlantecuhtli she must have had a very pleasant last memory because she didn't stay among the livings for long, I wonder what was her last thought.

Dec 31st dic, 00:00hrs
I waited until they took her away. I think I shed a tear or two but I am not feeling sad anymore. Mictlantecuhtli took my hand and kissed my forehead, he asked me if I wanted to be his Mictecacíhuatl and without a second thought I've said yes. Mictecacíhuatl means queen of the mictlán and Mictlantecuhtli means God of the mictlán.

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