A Blue Jay.
A mixture of different skies.
A slight tint of green.
All different shades of blue, lined with black ink.
The suns sharp rays bounce off their florescent diamond cape.
I envy them.
They're free.
They're whole.
Why can't I be a blue jay?
Why did I have to be human?
I am not whole,
I am broken.
I lose thought of the blue jay, watching it fly away into the frosted wind.
Our birthday fell in the month of December.
December 1st.
I remember the last birthday with her. She was happy, she was whole.
I envy her.
She's gone now. Just like the bird that was once perched upon the window sill.
I have nothing left of her, nothing left to be jealous of.
Why couldn't I be like her?
She was the blue jay. Wild, and free.
Dylan was arguing with dad now. I tried to block them out, hoping-
No.
Begging the birds to take me with them.
"You can't seriously expect me to believe that your mother, my wife," Dad was yelling now, "Could've kept something like this from me!"
"She kept it from all of us!" I wince at Dylan's loud words.
Dads voice gets softer, pain scratching at the surface. "No, I won't take this anymore, not from you."
"She predicted the future dad! You're not the slightest bit curious?!" Dylan was gripping the remote. Dad had come into the kitchen right after we had made the connection.
The link that I can't quite wrap my head around.
"I refuse to believe in some crazy conspiracy again Dylan. Especially about your mother!"
The room is silent.
"Dylan is right." I whisper, more for my own ears to hear, rather than theirs.
"What?"
I hesitate before finally peeling my eyes from the window, looking wearily at the father that stands before me.
Her husband.
Her love.
Her soulmate.
"I said, Dylan is right." My voice is louder this time, taking in the surprised faces in front of me.
Dad stays quiet, contemplating.
He always believed me.
I never lied.
Never gave into anything that wasn't set in stone.
I also resembled mom.
He loved her.
He would've believed her.
His phone rings. He picks it up, still eyeing me curiously.
"James Winston." He takes in the voices jogging through the other end of the phone.
YOU ARE READING
The Battle of Rabid Earth
Mystery / ThrillerI grab the journal from his hands, hesitating, before opening it up to the second page and reading the perfectly written cursive. 'The Celestial Rebirth: I close my eyes, darkness soon escaping my vision. Light. She is pure light. Like no sun I've...
