Because The Sky Is Falling

A PLOT PAINTED PINK (5)

A bird chirped a little song for me to hear, a lizard scattered across the leaves near me, the pink sky stayed the same. What could I do? What could I do? I stared about me, waiting for some kind of hint—some kind of sign to point me in the right direction; something to tell me what to do. But nothing came.

Think. Think. Think.
But still nothing came to mind. I waited for a bird to fly in the direction of where I needed to head—just like one had done in the direction of Shinn's house as a sign for me to check there for Shinn's body. But yet again, nothing did. I lied back into the leaves, mentally examining my injuries. Aching and bruised arms, a sore back, scratched legs, scraped up knees. But what hurt the most was the pain in my chest; in my heart.

Because no one is out there banding together and trying to come up with a solution. It had become every man for himself. Looting, raping, killing, leaving the rest of the world cowering in fear. Defeated, I closed my eyes. I have failed Shinn. She will soon do only what I wish I could—cease to exist. Disappear entirely. But even though my eyes were closed, a bright, white light flashed before me, and though I was still in pain, I was no longer on earth.

"D!" my ears had caught the voices of Shinn and Brandon and I opened my eyes to see them.

"How did I get here?" I asked, but no one answered me. I turned my head and saw Shinn's soul slip into her body.

"What the hell did you do to me, D?" Shinn asked, now feeling all the pain her body had experienced.

"I may have dropped you out of your bedroom window and then rolled you down a hill. Your mom kind of tried to kill me in the process."

Shinn was quiet as she pursed her lips, her curiosity burning a whole into me and visible in her eyes. She wanted to ask questions, and I'm not sure why she didn't. "Let's get you cleaned up," she said pointing at the scrapes and scratches littering my lower legs.

That was when Brandon spoke up again. "I got it!" He pulled out a little pen case from his pocket that carried six pens. Red, green, blue, purple, grey, and black. These pens have been the only pens I've seen him use the past school year. Pulling out the blue one, he stated "I've been practicing, and I'm quite good at it now."

He took the lid off the pen as Shinn and I both asked "Good at what?"

Rather than answering, he fumbled with the pen for a few moments before pointing it at the two of us. We watched with more confusion than anything else as our abrasions disappeared one by one, and our pain mysteriously disappeared. "What the heck?" Shinn asked.

To which I responded "With what has happened the past couple of days, how can you really be surprised? And I mean, apparently he's a frickin sorcerer, so if he wasn't able to heal us, he'd be a pretty lousy one."

"Alright, let's not talk about how much of a failure I am for once and talk about what's going on," Brandon suggested. "Shinn, you already know what's going on because you knew about it when you were a soul, right?"

"LMAO no. I forgot everything as soon as I became normal again," she replied.

Brandon pinched at the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Alright..." he said trailing off; thinking. "Well what's happening is..."