Butterfly {h.s} #Wattys2016

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A month now has passed. I've found an old notebook and pen under my bed. I have nothing better to do, so I wrote in it.

Dear whoever is reading,

I've been trapped for now a whole month. Honestly, I don't think people are even looking for me anymore. Did they even look at all? Well, I know my parents and friends did. They probably think I'm dead...I wish I was at times.

(Knock, knock)

"Hey, can I come in?"

I quickly close the notebook and stuff it under my pillow. You slowly open the door and look at me. Your eyes land on my hand, which the pen is still in.

"Where did you find that pen?" You ask, raising an eyebrow.

"I foun-"

"Please don't lie to me." You say looking straight into my eyes.

I swallow the lump down in my throat and start again.

"I found it u-under my bed, I swear." I say with my voice trembling.

You walk over and take the pen from me. I'm confused, what's the big deal? It's just a pen for crying out loud.

"This is mine. I don't know why in hell it would be in here. Did you find anything else under the bed?" You ask, taking a step back and looking under my bed.

I try my hardest not to glance to my pillow which has the notebook underneath of it. I slowly shake my head. It takes you a few minutes before you nod, changing the subject.

"This pen is just very important to me. Not trying to be mean. Anyways, breakfast should be done soon. I'll call you down." You say with a small smile.

"O-okay." I say.

You start to close the door, but before you fully close it you speak.

"If you find anything else in here, tell me." You say and walk out.

As soon as the door closed I turned to my pillow and pulled out the notebook. Obviously you're hiding something from me and I'm taking a lucky guess it's in this notebook. I open it and the see the page I just wrote on. I flip through it a little and see nothing. There's literally noth- I flip the notebook over and see that I was writing in it the wrong way. I open it to see the actual first page.

I was speechless to what I saw.

No mountains, nor sea,

No thing of this world

Could keep us apart,

Because this is not my world...

You are, Willow

-H x

I stared at it for awhile and kept rereading it. It was simple, but beautiful. You wrote this for me. I quickly flipped the page to find another one.

The rain falling

reminds me of you,

because it is falling so hard

and I am too.

-H x

One more, just one more poem.

As I lay in my bed

in this dark room,

The silence is strident

and so is my mind.

My thoughts immediately go to you.

Every moment of the day until,

My eyes grow heavy and my body is at peace

But still

You're there in the back of my mind

-H x

I felt wetness slide down my cheek and drop onto one of the pages. I didn't even realise I was crying. No one has even paid enough attention to me to do anything like this for me. I turn the next page. I cover a hand over my mouth as I look at it.

It was absolutely beautiful. It was a girl, sewing on butterfly wings. I studied it and ran my fingers across it. Was that supposed to be me?

"Breakfast!"

I snap out of whatever trance I was just in and slowly close the notebook. This is what you were hiding from me, but why? Why wouldn't you want to show me this? It's incredible. You had a real talent in drawing and poetry.

I wipe my eyes and stuff it back under my pillow. I ran into the hall and into the bathroom. I see my eyes still are glossy. I wipe them viciously, but now they look super red. Shit, what do I do? Maybe you wouldn't notice. I walk down the stairs and see you setting the table. I decide to help by getting out the glasses out of the cabinet.

"Well, someone is in a good mood." You say with a chuckle.

"What are you talking about? I'm always so helpful aren't I?" I ask sarcastically.

You laugh and two cute little dimples pop out on your cheek. This causes a smile to spread across my face. I've never noticed you had them. They looked really nice on you.

"I like this new mood of yours. What's the occasion?" You asked with a curious smile.

I think about my answer for a second.

"Got a good night's sleep." I say.

You nod and place a piece of toast with Nutella onto my plate. I feel my stomach growl and I quickly take a bite. The chestnut taste dances in my mouth and I quickly take another bite. This is really good.

"Have you never had Nutella before? You seem to really like it." You chuckle as I see I have Nutella all over my lips in the reflection of my plate.

I grab my napkin and quickly wipe it off, turning a bright red. You laugh and your stupid dimples pop back up.

"No, my mother never bought Nutella for me. She said it was disgusting." I say and I feel my stomach drop. I haven't really thought about my mother or father in awhile.

"Well, you're welcome for buying some." You say taking a bite of your own toast.

I finish my toast finally, and try and shake my parents out of my mind. It doesn't really take that much. How horrible does that sound? I don't know what's wrong with me.

"Want to come fishing with me?"

I look up from my plate with an raised eyebrow. You're looking at me with a cheeky grin.

"Fishing? Why?" I ask getting up and putting my plate away.

"To get fish, duh." You say and I want to smack you for being a smart ass.

You see my facial expression and laugh again. It takes you a minute to recover.

"I would like to have fish tonight and I thought you would like to come. I could show you a lot of cool things." You finally say.

I think about it. Should I go? Well, I would be here all by myself and that doesn't sound good at all. The loneliness is really starting to get to me, so I should try to at least get along with you. You're all I have at this point in time.

"Okay." I say and you smile wide.

"Great! I'm gonna go change and you should probably do the same. Wear a swimsuit." You wink and make your way upstairs.

You were so, different. I don't know what it was about you, but I was starting to like it.