Butterflies

Discovery

I woke up in my own room, my own bed. Was it all a dream? It felt so real. I shook it off. if I don't remember it than it didn't matter.

I Looked over to see the time. Out of the corner of my eye I see a piece of paper folded neatly. Did my mom leave it for me? I opened it and read it.

'Mai, I know that you may not understand this note, but it will help you in the time it's needed. We met not long ago. We instantly clicked. After I had explained everything that needed to be said it was late.You were tired, so you set up a place to rest. You notice that i just sat there. You gave up your own time to rest to let me do so. But it didn't last long. I want you to know somethings about me. I have a weird thing about butterflies. I also don't sleep. Weird I know but you'll understand someday. I'm looking forward to the day we meet again.

- I love you.'

They love me? The person had left me with little information. I wish I was given just a little more. Whoever it is, I hope I'm able to find who they are. I put the note down and notice a make on my hand. The mark, it's still here. So it wasn't a dream after all, but I only remember the make and the butterfly. Wait, the note, it mentioned butterflies. So I had two things to go off of. I made up my mind. I was going to look for whoever it was that cared for me.

I exited my room to go downstairs. Mom as doing the laundry and walked passed my door when I opened it. When she saw me she dropped the basket she had.

"Mai! You're back. Oh, I'm so relieved. I thought I had lost you."

She pulled me close to her.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"Don't you remember, you ran off into the woods after I found you outside. When did you come back?"

I ran into the woods? But why? What was in there that I needed to see? This is all like the dream, and the boy. I remember a boy. Was it him who left me the letter. I still wasn't quite sure what all I had gone through but I was determined to remember everything.

"I'm glad i'm back too, mom. I don't really know what happened last night but i'm just glad nothing bad happened to me."

-Time skip- (yes a time skip i'm sorry, but not really :P)

It had been 8 years since I had come back from the woods with little knowledge of what happened that night. I started school and it wasn't the easiest thing for me. I kept the note that I had found the morning I returned home with me constantly. I never let it out of my possesion. I had to find who the boy was. I also began to study butterflies. Over the years I had seen many amazing species of butterflies. The one that intrigued me the most was one I had seen very few times but had come to love. It was a rare species that had translucent wings.

Making friends was not my strong suit, considering that I was that 15 year old girl who still had a fascination in butterflies. I sat alone at lunch most of the time with the occasional 'hello' from staff. I really didn't mind not having friends. It made for less drama.

I still had the mark on my hand and I knew that it was special. I figured that I had gotten it the night I met the boy. It was amazing that I could care so much for someone I don't really remember. I was willing to do anything to see him. But what if he'd changed. Would he still love me the same today? Would he even remember that he said we'd meet again.

8 years and nothing happened. No boy came looking for me telling me he was the one who wrote the note. I'd given up all hope that he was coming for me. That's why I had to find him. Mom would never let me go near the woods after that night. I didn't really mind though. It wasn't like there was anything in there for me. I just had to stay positive about moms choices for me. It was for the best.

I was walking through the halls when I bumped into something, rather someone.

"I'm so sorry. I should have looked where I was going. "

It was the new kid.  He was maybe a few inches taller than I. He also had every girl running after him. Ugh! I couldn't stand high school girls.

"No it's fine really. You just looked like someone I used to know. I'll be out of your way. "

"Wait! What's your name?"

His eyes were so familiar to me yet I couldn't figure out why."

He turned toward me.

"Jason."