Chapter 42: Thoughts of Mine

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Emily's P.O.V.
1 day later
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I am on a beach it is a beautiful day. I look up at the sky there is not a cloud in it , and then I see birds flying through it. When I look back at the water I see a short ,and skinny boy running in the water towards me. He gets closer, and closer. I begin to be able to make put his features.

He has dark brown hair ,and dark blue eyes. It's Jimmy. He comes closer ,and closer. Until he is finally in front of me then he says:

"Hey Em aren't you going to come in the water?"

"Yes." I reply then I run towards him ,and I splash into the water.

"Hey you splashed me." Jimmy accuses with a joking tone in his voice.

"Your already wet." I rebuke. Then he splashes me, and that begins a splash war between the two of us.

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I open my eyes it was just a dream. I wish it was real though. Now I face reality where Jimmy is dead. I am laying in a bed in one of Henry's guest bedroom's that he is letting me stay in. It still dark outside the only thing that illuminates the room is the moon outside.

I don't want to go back asleep. I don't want to be tourtured again by those dreams of Jimmy when I have to wake up to a sad reality, so I get out of the bed, and exit the room. Henry said I could have anything I want from the kitchen,so I head to the kitchen to get a glass of milk.

Once I get there I pour myself a glass of milk ,and begin to drink it slowly. Whenever I try to think of the happy memories that I had with Jimmy I am only reminded by the thought that we will not have any more happy times together on this earth. I look up at at the clock that is above the refrigerator.

The times says 4:05. So much has changed in the last day. Yesterday Jimmy was alive. Today he is dead. Yesterday I didn't know how dangerous my life was . Today I do.

It seems like the ignorance I had yesterday was bliss to what I know today,but sooner or later I was bound to find out, and I'm glad I did so I can protect myself. Yesterday Luke Coleman was just a person I heard about. Today he sleeps in the room across the hall from mine.

He has been asleep this whole time. Henry has been taking care of Luke since he is a doctor. The only problem is Henry has his doctorate in genetic mutation ,and that doesn't really apply to all the care Luke needs. I hear the sound of Henry's wheelchair coming down the hallway. Until he finally comes into the kitchen.

Then he goes to the refrigerator,and grabs the jug of milk.

"Do you need help?" I ask.

"Yes can you grab me a glass please?"
I grab Henry a glass. He keeps his glasses on the bottom drawers. Most likely so it easier for him to get.

"Here you go." I say as I hand him the glass "do you need anymore help?"

"No I'm fine" he then pours the milk in the glass ,and puts the milk in the fridge. Then he comes over to where I sit ,and begins to drink his milk.

"Looks like you ,and me had the same idea." he comments.

"Yeah." I reply there is no emotion in my voice.

"Gosh I miss him." Henry let's out. He's talking about Jimmy.

"So do I."

"I remember the first time I met him.." Henry begins.

"Henry if you don't mind I rather not reminisce." I say trying to be polite, but there is still emotion in my voice. I don't want to be reminded that there will be no more experiences with Jimmy in my life.

"I'm sorry." Henry apologizes there is seniority in his voice. 

"It's fine it's not your fault." I reply "I'm going to head back to my room. It's nothing you did I just want to be alone right now." Then I leave. Once I get to my room I sit on the bed ,and finish of the milk.

I am beginning to wonder now. If being different us a bad thing after all. Jimmy died to protect mutants. He died to protect other people who were different like him. If we weren't different Jimmy would be alive right now, but I can't change that.

I am a mutant. I am different, but maybe being different isn't such a bad thing after all. Jimmy believed in protecting mutants so much that he was willing gave his life for it, and I will make sure that my brother didn't die in vain.

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