Butterfly Kisses (ON HOLD)

Butterfly Kisses: Prologue

This prologue has been rewritten because... I said it can. C:

But seriously, the rest of the story is currently going through a big revision because I feel I owe to those who are reading my stories. Maybe I'll begin revising my other story as well, but please keep reading! I'M NOT DEAD YET!!! xD

*EDITED*

Chapter 0: Prologue

~7 months ago~

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The heart monitor in my room was seriously giving me an even bigger headache than what I already had. I'm seriously about to throw a book at it if it doesn't--

"Please wake up, Syrina." cried a weak, unfamiliar voice. "We all need you."

I was in this comatose state for God knows how long. I was very aware of everything around me... (What is this, a cliche movie?!) But I felt as if I could not will my eyes to open. Some unknown force dragged my eyelids down with ten pound weights, and strapped my limbs down with three times that very weight. I could faintly move my eyes themselves, but only for a moment or two. This extremely simple task felt like moving my Uncle Jon after he finished our family's Thanksgiving feast. I'm not even close to joking.

"Wake up, Syrina!" boomed a commanding voice I also couldn't recognize. "Or by God, I'll mess with your intake valves!!"

Intake valves? I'm not a robot Mr. Loud-and-unnecessary-voice-man. At least, I hope I'm not...

I faintly felt someone stroking my hand. "Wake up, darling." cried a gentle voice. "We want you back..."

As if by some divine and almighty force, my eyelids slowly fluttered open to meet silver eyes staring back into mine. Who are you and why are you in my room?!

His inky black hair covered most of his right eye. His mouth was turned over into a worried snarl, his snake-bites prominently adorned his bottom lip. His brows were crinkled in a worried crease, giving him a brief resemblance of someone I used to know. As unnessecary as it was to make this note, I had to admit he was pretty cute. I'm just saying.

The worried expression suddenly vanished as he noticed I was (creepily) staring at him. He looked as if he was going to say something, but as soon as the doctor walked in the room, he vanished. So much for being social...

"So, Syrina..." Dr. What's-his-face began.

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~Present Day~

I can't help but think about what really happened back there at the hospital. Who were those voices? Who was that guy? Why am I asking these stupid questions?

What's even more rediculous is the fact I lost my memory before that event. Apparently, I didn't have parents; I lived by myself with a snuggly kitty named Francis. I had numerous family members who offered to take me in (Even that Uncle Jon fellow I mentioned earlier, but I'm definitely not going to help him on Thanksgiving), but I refused.

I never truly knew what happened before my encounter seven months ago. I was told I had been struck by lightning, if that was possible. And because of the lightning strike, my once dark hair is now forever a light blonde... An almost glacial color.

I had no previous memory of the event. I had been told I was saved by an unknown boy who slipped past hospital security as soon as I was being taken care of. Strangely enough, no one could even describe him for me. It was as if I was saved by an angel. An incredibly cute angel. Again, I'm just saying.

All I know is, I could see the spirits of those who have passed on.

The spirit attacks first started after I was released from the hospital. A small child had walked up to me, sobbing her little eyes out. When I stooped down to ask her the problem, I was about to place my hand on her head. My hand went right through the child. This, of course, freaked me the hell out. Have you ever seen someone spazzing out in front of a hospital, screaming about a child that isn't even there? Well... This would have been your lucky day.

After that, I was checked into a mental institution to be evaluated.. The doctors found nothing wrong with me, though they suspected that the lightning strike might've triggered something in my brain causing me to hallucinate.

You know what I said? I told them to back the hell up and to stop sponging money off of innocent people who are not mentally insane. You wanna know what happened after that? I spent the night in jail. (Which oddly brings me back to a Spongebob episode I don't remember watching)

Yeah, wasn't my best day.

I've learned  to ignore the spirits that dance around me like I'm some sort of bonfire at some sort of celebration. But sometimes, I see a bright blue butterfly flutter past me. And everytime I see this butterfly, I see a boy. The boy who I awoke to in the hospital. My supposed savior.

When I would try to chase him down to thank him, he seemed to vanish just as I had reached him.

After every encounter with this butterfly, I had pledged myself to help these lost souls see the light and move to the afterlife. Usually, the stubborn souls who claim they know better make me flip out, and I quit my job as an adversary for wayward souls.

But there was something about that butterfly caused a certain energy to flow through me. I'm usually the person to get up and quit completely. How I even remember that, is really odd...