Ethereal love: love born from a wish

One(Cecilia)

        I sat on my bed while staring at the sky through the window in my room. It was around eleven at night and I hoped looking at the stars would comfort me somehow. I looked at the message one last time while holding back my tears.

   'No, he did not just do this' I murmured repeatedly.

     The message read;

     'You've been such a fool thinking I could date someone like you. I just needed money and you seemed to have a lot to waste around. Bye and I hope to never see you again'

     Turned out I couldn't hold my tears in because they kept on streaming down my face. Lucas has been my boyfriend for five years now. My whole life revolved around him or at least I let it  be like that. He was right about one thing. I was a fool to ever trust him. I've heard people tell me that he was a manwhore but I refused to believe. Some even said he had sugar mummies all around the city. I guess I was just one of them because I spent so much on him. I even let him have over half of my allowance a month. I literally gave him $1000 every month like the idiot I was.

    To redeem myself, my parents divorced because my dad was cheating. His reason was that his colleague gave him a lot of gifts. Very stupid reason, right? But I trusted his words for it. I really thought that buying presents for a man would keep him but I guess I was wrong about that. I saw my mom struggle to be better after that and my pathetic self still had to make the same mistake.

     "I wish to just die" I shouted to no one in particular then went to sleep.

     The dream I had was crazy because a young man came in and sat down on my bed. "It's not even your time to die yet. Just why would you make that wish?" He looked concerned but all I could focus on was how handsome he was. Wish? I was so confused. Was the making a wish at 11:11 thing real? I thought it was a myth. Even if I really wished to die because of the heartbreak, I should have wished for money or I could have wished for Lucas to meet his waterloo. I was really foolish. Was this really how I was going to die?

     "I'm just fed up. I broke up with my boy..." He didn't let me finish talking before rolling his eyes.

   "You made me come all the way here to take your life because a guy broke up with you. Are you okay? Do you lack love at home? Just how foolish are you? He has probably moved on. He may be with another lady right now for crying out loud. How did you even come to that conclusion?" I found myself laughing. It's been a long time since I've seen a guy nag apart from my brother obviously because Mike nags everytime like he gets paid for it.

      "It is not funny. If it were my sister, she would have been happy to take your life. I'm glad I came instead" I wanted to ask who his sister was but I decided not to.

        "Thank you" I managed to mumble.

    "Don't think I'm letting you off the hook. You'd help me with my sister's work tonight as your punishment" He snapped his fingers and a golden scroll appeared in his hand.

   "A scroll? Seriously? Is this the 17th century?" I blurted out unknowingly, wondering in my head how old he was. What if he was born in the 17th century? Does that mean he's over a thousand years?

    "They refused to change things saying this is more convenient" Before I could say something else, he continued, "And I know what you're thinking. I have no idea how old I am but I was most definitely not born in the 17th century" He said everything with a rush then snapped his fingers again making us appear in front of the bookshop about two streets from ours.

     What I saw next almost made me scream. I went closer hoping I was wrong. I checked over and over again but I was right. It looked exactly like my mom. She was dead and whoever killed her did not make it a nice one. The picture in front of me looked like one from those horror movies where someone fell from a high building. Blood was gushing out from her face. Her skull was crushed. I went around to check the rest of her body. I knew it was a bad choice but I just couldn't stop myself.

     She raised me throughout my childhood. I saw her this morning. While I was wishing to die, my mom was dying. The only difference was that she died. Her leg bones shot out of her legs. I was traumatized already. I went back to where I stood before, holding back my tears.  "Mom!!!" I shouted as I moved closer to her body.

    "I didn't realize this was your mom. I am sorry. I didn't look at the name before coming. I will take you home now" As much as he tried to hide it, his shaking fingers gave away his fear apart from the fact that he kept on alternating where he fixated his eyes on from the scroll to me.

     The tears were rolling down my cheeks. Now that someone confirmed it was my mom lying there dead, I was losing it. I wanted to scream my lungs out. The last thing I saw was him snapping his fingers and I woke up.

    I felt the tears dripping down my face. 'it was a nightmare' I kept telling myself but it felt so real. Even if I kept telling myself it wasn't real, I still found myself crying.

    But what concerned me the most was if it was true that my mom was dead, did I just wish to leave my three siblings behind? Did I just wish to leave my family because of a guy who treated me like a money making machine? I felt so guilty all of a sudden.

    That guy was right. I took up my journal and started writing.

    'I wished to die earlier today and this handsome guy came to answer the wish. He was so angry when I told him why.
       He wanted to teach me a lesson and told me to follow him to do his sister's work. Did I forget to mention his sister is probably Death? I also saw the dead body of someone who looked like my mom. I'm really not sure if it's my mom or her secretary. They look alike so much '

  I dropped the pen and threw the journal on the floor. I heard a message ringtone from my phone. Still wondering who could be messaging me, I reluctantly checked who sent a message. 

      My eyes bulged out as soon as I read the content of the message.