One Million Tiny Things

Invisible

Dear Jig,
I know what I saw. And whatever you say can't make any difference. It was no frog, no green slimy toad. Maybe Claire did really only see a simple frog. Maybe I'm hallucinating, but I do know that it was real. It was just invisible. To everyone except me and you.

I sound demented. But I know in my heart that this is the truth.

I don't have the faintest idea of what it actually was. But I do know that your explanations were lies after lies. That thing, that creature was rapidly changing. One moment it was a fly, then it was a green slimy long thing, then it was a freakishly mutated dog, then it became some sort of dragon with 5 heads.

That kind of sight usually remains in your memory. And right when I'd given up all hope, you come skidding down to the swamp and scream out something at the fly-slash-dragon thing and it immediately turns into tiny chihuahua. Something I doubt I'll ever really forget. And then, to induce even more nightmares, the stupid puppy mouths "Ugh Mortals" at you and then it rolled its eyes.

I stand with my mouth hanging open but you take the dog and walk past me bidding me a good day. That does it and I begin to scream at you demanding that you tell me about the big green monster.

Instead of humoring the crazy lady, you pointed at your dog and told me "This is a dog, lady. D-O-G" and giving me a grin "And he's not green, as far as I can tell he's pretty brown.

While I fumed and screamed inside my head, you started walking away and yelled over your shoulder "There's lots of slimy toads and frogs down there in the water. Beware, the green monsters might get you." And then you walked off into the woods cackling.

Let me just say this, Not Cool.

We've known each other since elementary school. Ok maybe not known per say, but seen around. We've even been in some of the same classes. And now I suddenly find, that the most popular student in our high school, not only owns a chihuahua but one that turns into a big green scaly slimy dragon thing.

Yeah, everybody's going to think I'm going crazy.

But there is something truly off about you. Your name is Jig, that's one step away from being called a jug. Nobody knows your whole name. Jiggle? Jingle? Jigly? Giggle? No one knows where you come from or even who the hell you are. And everybody knows everybody around here.

Your taller than anybody else at school. Your eyes are bright shining black, but I won't pretend to have not seen them turn scarlet every now and then. Your hair is all curly around your head giving you a really impish look. Then your ears point upward in a way that's literally inhuman. Your clothes sometimes look a million years old and then the next day you're dressed in fashions that haven't even come out yet. It's like your behind our time but still so far ahead. You disappear right after school finishes, the first time I saw you going home from school was yesterday and even then you vanished into the woods. You show up to every party, invited or not. But, you've never thrown your own. Nobody even knows where you live.

It doesn't make sense.

Nothing about you makes any sense. Not to me anyway.

But I was fine with ignoring your quirks and weirdness. I loved my simple human life while you did whatever you wanted in you stupid freakish life. Because I could feel it the second I saw you; you were a wild card. An unprecedented, unexpected whirlwind that was set to destroy and dismantle everything in its part.

Maybe you don't mean to be dangerous but even you can't deny that you look like trouble.

You have a lot of secrets, Jig, and I don't care about any of them. But I know what I saw and I desperately need an explanation. So just please explain what the hell that monster was and what it was doing near the swamp.

Thoroughly Confused,
Kitty