I know it's far too long so I'll give you a chapter. I've been really busy lately.....I'm in my school's musical and it's crunch time, and I still do have homework. Also I may be now addicted to The Flash and Arrow TV shows. Okay, I know I really shouldn't spend my free time watching them but they're really good! Just watch like the first episode and you're hooked. Also if you have any book or movie or TV show or anime recommendations for me I will be glad to hear them. And I may write a story about them.....Already have two more stories in the works....Anyway on with the chapter!
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~Jessica's PoV~
I hated being sick. Let me say that right now. I hated it because when I was sick my mom would make me a warm potato soup and would read me stories until I fell asleep. She can't do that now.
I had woken with my head pounding. I was freezing and my throat felt like it was made of sandpaper. Dawn came in to get me out of bed, since I never was a morning person.
"Morning Jes." I groaned and flipped over. "Jes is something wrong?" I nodded weakly.
She hopped into the bed and placed her cool hand on my forehead, but instantly pulled back.
"Jes how are you feeling?" She asked.
"Like yesterday's trash." I croaked, then went into a coughing fit. After I stopped wheezing I turned back to Dawn.
"You'll need to rest. And medicine." She slid off the bed. "I'll go on out to get some. Try to get a little more sleep, it'll help you fight the sickness."
I grabbed her hand. "Don't go." I whispered. Dawn smiled.
"Don't' worry I'll be back before you know it." With that she walked out.
I flopped back onto the bed. I hated being sick for one other reason. When I'm sick I'm helpless. And I HATE being helpless.
I awoke two hours later. I was feeling much better so I made my way down the stairs. I put a tea kettle on the stove and waited for the whistling signaling the water was ready.
Humming Wonderland by Taylor Swift I placed my orange tea packet in the tea pot. Five painfully long minutes later, my tea was ready to be drank. I poured a generous tea cup full for me and a smaller one for Dawn when she returned.
Five minutes passed. Then ten. Then twenty. Then thirty. Then a hour. I started to worry. Dawn always tried to be done as soon as possible. Even after escaping from her small village in Austria, she was still very jumpy around people other than me.
Then I heard it. At first I thought I was imagining it, but then it came again. Chessie. Dawn was calling out to me. She was in danger. My motherly protective instincts kicked in. I sprinted outside the cottage.
I picked up her scent and followed it. I was running, my legs were pumping faster than I thought possible. Dawn's scent was getting closer so I sped up. My lungs were on fire and my legs were numb with pain.
A small black plane flew overhead, but I paid it no mind, I was too much in a hurry. The only thought on my mind was Dawn. She was my everything. She kept me going. I kept smiling for her. Without her I'd fall apart.
I reached the place where her scent was the strongest.
"Kitty?" I called out. No answer.
"Kitty?" I tried again. No answer.
"Dawn?" Fear rose in my voice. Nothing.
"Dawn?" I yelled. Yet like the other times there was no answer.
I looked around the area, for something. Anything that would help me find her. My heart caught in my throat as I saw it.
On the forest floor a pool of blood sat there with a pure black feather in it. I went to it.
"No." I said, praying it wasn't hers. Maybe it was a crow that was attacked by a wolf.
"Please no." I picked up the feather. It was soft and blacker than midnight. The same color of Dawn's wings.
"No. No." Panic swelling in my chest. It was hers. Something happened to her.
"No, no, no!" My voice was rising. I felt tears forming in my eyes.
"No, not Dawn, not my kitty." I looked around more frantic than ever before.
"Dawn?" I called again praying she'd answer.
"DAWN?" I was losing it. My lifeline, the reason I hadn't killed myself years ago was gone. And it was all my fault.
"DAWN!" I screamed in anguish. I broke down. I started sobbing uncontrollably.
I could have saved her. I could have helped her. It should have been me. Why does everything good in my life have to be taken away from me? How come all the sweetest people have the bad things happen to them? Why won't people leave us alone? WHY CAN'T WE LIVE IN PEACE?
Why?
Why am I always to helpless? Why am I so dependent on others? Why must the world taunt me?
I sat there for hours. Sobbing over Dawn. My little kitty who was taken from me. All the while clutching the feather from her beautiful, big, black, smooth, soft, gorgeous wings. I looked into the darkening sky.
"I promise I'll find you Dawn. I promise. And I won't break this one." And with that, I stood and walked off, sending my promise into the heavens on a breeze.
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OK! I know this chapter was short I do have a long weekend coming up so I'll probably update again. Also video on top is from Bo Burnham. He can be a little not good for younger viewers, but he is really funny. This is a song called Sad, but it's more funny then not. Also next week I have testing all week sooooooo, don't be surprised if I don't update next week. Anyway I hope you liked this chapter, again so sorry for not updating BUT I do have the next few chapters almost done so you may get a few updates in a row. Thanks again for reading I'm I'll see you in the next chapter!
~Yuki~
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