Red to Blue

Chapter two: The Meeting

Chapter two: The Meeting

...That was about two years ago.

Now I live with my Aunt Mercy in her little Manor, in the town of Louis, Massachusetts. Surrounded by nothing but trees.

Great.

I watched as a red and black  bird flew by my window.  The wings flapped in sound with each other as it then landed on a nearby branch.

I pressed closer to the window and watched as that small bird snuggled into a nest, hidden partly by the leaves of the tree.

In that nest, was another identical bird and a small navy blue egg. The first bird snuggled closer to the other as the leaves slowly cascaded around them, Oranges and Reds... I snapped my camera and waited for the picture to develop. When the loading screen disappeared I smiled at the birds and felt a warm and comforting feeling ripple through me, I wiggled my toes and giggled quietly to myself. "Love" I whispered it out loud. It had been already two years since I realized what could fill that empty hole I had in my heart. But- despite the feeling that i yearned for...There was no one who could actually help fulfill it.

I closed my eyes and leaned against the side of the window seat. I am already seventeen years old and i haven't had a boyfriend or even a trusted friend to lean on. But still this one little word meant the world to me. -I sighed and glanced again at the picture on the camera, this picture depicted something I craved for- but didn't have. The same pictures hung all over my wall; an old couple sitting on a park bench holding hands and smiling peacefully at the camera, a family of dogs with the parents resting upon each other as their pup happily played and a picture of my mother and father that Mary gave me before I moved.

I groaned, as I flung my camera onto my desk and flopped face first onto my bed. When I looked up I was face to face with an old, brown plush bear that Mom won for me at the fair when I was eleven, I stared into the tiny black beads that made up its eyes. "What is love?" I asked the bear, expecting to hear my mother's soft voice. There was no response. Kind of expected since im talking to non-living object. I sighed at my own hopelessness and headed back to the window seat. I clutched a soft lavender pillow and surveyed the leaves as they fell from their perch on the branches and awaited their death on the ground. They fell from home. I looked away from the leaves and looked beyond the house.

That’s when I saw it. I pressed my hands onto the pane and lifted up the window to get a better look. I unrolled my sleeves up to my hands and clutched the pane as I looked out into the cold day. I felt the wind whip my hair as it sent leaves into my room. I looked up into the sky and saw it was quickly graying. Most of the animals would already be hibernating.

So what is that?

Across about ten or so of trees I knew there was a clearing, I could always see it from where room was facing in the house. It was always empty, not many animals roamed there but here I was leaning out my bedroom window into the incoming Fall storm staring at a black moving figure lying right in the middle of the clearing.

"What the Hell?!" i wondered as i quickly, shut the window and jumped up from the window seat. Without thought i clutched my jacket in my hand and slipped on my sneakers, before quickly heading out my bedroom door.

You may think I'm crazy or a complete lunatic, maybe even both!, but ever since the day i was rescued i immediately respond to the sad and homeless because i had once been and walked for years in their shoes. Many of you would ignore this poor man but I - just can't.

Once i was downstairs i exited the front door and locked it before heading down the gravelled driveway.

I knew Aunt Mercy wasn't home since she worked full time at the hospital and Uncle Dave wasn't here either since he passed away almost twenty years ago.