"Tell us a story" Quinlynn pleads, it's the same every night Quinn begs Mama to tell us a story. "What story do you want to here tonight" asks Mama. It's not just any normal bedtime story like you would expect, "The one with the fae and vampires" she responds, It's a story based on the supernatural realms. "Ash, honey, are you okay with this one" "Mhm", I say. It's a story I've heard so many times already, it's not very surprising anymore. I don't understand how Quinn gets so fascinated every time Mama tells it. Quinn always liked to turn our make believe games into exploring to find the supernatural realms. Which always resulted in Mama sitting us down and making sure we completely understood that they weren't real and that looking for them would only result in trouble. That's mostly likely the reason Quinn always wanted to look for them, she was outgoing and rebellious like that.
A high-pitched scream that could only belong to one person, scared the shit out of me, reminding me of the book I held that now laid on the floor, the pages bending at all sorts of angles. I must have zoned out. Getting up, I moved to the connecting bathroom that led to Quinlynn's room
"Quinn, I swear to god, if there's no good reason for scaring the shit outta me, I'm gonna kill you. You made me bend my book pages"
After waiting for a response that doesn't come, I finally push open the door to her room, squinting at the brightness. Quinn's room is covered in bright, vivid colors and posters. She has a four-poster bed that is still covered in the all the stickers we placed there as kids. Unlike my room which is all dark, depressing and messy. Quinn's room is, scratch that was, always clean and organized just the way she liked it, but now there are papers flying in all directions of the room, clothes thrown out of her wardrobe and I believe her radio is haunted. I find Quinn in the corner of her room, trying to hide in the only part of the room untouched by all this madness.
"Quinn, what the hell is going on"
"i ..i... don't know it all, just started by its self"
"What do you mean, it all just started, stuff doesn't just start flying around!"
"Yes it does, clearly... I was just sitting in my bed and stuff started flying" she looks horrified. I can't tell if it's because of how messy her room is, or the actual possibility that objects are flying around her.
"Look At My Room" she shrieks. As if the those words had any meaning, all the chaos abruptly stops. I look between the room and my sister and start laughing, it could be because of her face or the weirdness of it all, but next thing I know I'm on the floor and can barely get words out.
"You.......... Only.......... Care........... About..... THE MESS"
She turns to face me, her facial expression only making me laugh harder. She ever so quietly asks
"Can you help me clean up", it takes me a moment to put myself back together again
"But—" I start
"Please"
"OK, fine, but you totally owe me"
"Promise"
It takes us all of 2 hours to clean her room, but when we finish we lie on the floor, side by side, imagining we can see the sky and stars through the roof. After a moment of silence, I recite the only part of the poem Mama told us every night I can remember,
"When the sky falls
There'll be nothing left at all" I hate that I can't remember the rest everything's just so scrambled.
"I miss her" is all Quinn says
YOU ARE READING
When The Sky Falls
Fantastik* ALL CRITICISM THAT CAN HELP ME IMPROVE IS WANTED AND WELCOME ANYTHING NEGATIVE THAT DOESN'T HELP ME IN ANY WAY IS NOT ACCEPTED OR WELCOMED* Thank you Revenge Seeker Her world changed when her twin died of mysterious supernatural circumstances c...
