Rest In Peace

Staring into the speckled black sky, Destiny Jackson couldn’t help but feel as if life had always meant for her to be here. It was destiny, just as she was. Destiny closed her soft blue eyes and let serenity surround her, fill her, complete her. She whispered words of forgiveness to everyone that deserved forgiving in her life. She even forgave her ever-so-distant mother for never being there for her. Then, she whispered, asking for forgiveness for what she was about to do. Finally at peace with the world, she stood up from the gentle embrace of the mountain grass and walked over to the edge. Peering down upon the jagged, moss covered rocks below, she felt not a single bead of fear. She tightened the brown-leather buckle around her favorite gown. With beads upon the sleeves and glitter embalmed in the dark, rich fabric, it looked as if she had torn out a petite piece of the sky and wrapped it around her slim, tan, hourglass figure. Blowing a kiss into the night sky, she preceded off the edge.

Golden hair whipping in the wind behind her, Destiny fell into a different conscientious. She saw her life flittering before her eyes; pictures of her childhood and relatives she didn’t even recognize. Suddenly, her soul left her body and flew into the past. It felt as if Destiny had wings, only she couldn’t control them.

Suddenly, Destiny was outside the ICU of Washington State hospital. There was an undersized child there, with tubes pumping the life into it. As Destiny’s soul flew closer to the glass, she saw that the abnormal child was a girl. Looking at its frail blue face, Destiny wondered what could possibly be wrong with this tiny baby. Had it not been so tiny and so blue, it might have actually been cute. About the size of a rabbit, Destiny couldn’t help but feel a growing ache in her chest for the blue child. As she drifted closer to the child, she could start to make out the name on the tag beneath its small crib; Destiny Jackson. Shocked by the realization that Destiny’s soul was looking at herself as a newborn, her spirit started to flutter in every direction. Caustically she tried to escape this memory, but how could she? She had not the mind to run or the body to run with. Stuck staring at her horrible, repugnant blue body she started to weep.

As Destiny’s soul wept, a nurse walked into the room. Around her neck she wore a silver pentagram, a symbol that looked vaguely familiar to Destiny. Slowly the nurse pulled the child into her arms. As she did so, another woman walked into the room; it was Destiny’s mother.

            “Do you want me to do this?” the nurse asked with what sounded like little confidence.

“Do I have any other choice? She is going to die!” sobbed Destiny’s mother. I’ve never seen her like this Destiny thought to herself.

“Repeat after me,” the nurse whispered, while handing Destiny’s body to her mother. “Dear God up above, please save my darling love!”

“Dear god up above, please save my darling, my love!” Destiny’s mother proclaimed.

“Let her live to see tomorrow or take her away and cause my sorrow,” the nurse shouted while holding her pentagram over her forehead.

“Let her live to see tomorrow or take her away and cause my sorrow,” pleaded her mother.

“She has never wronged you before, so punish me and her no more,” yelled the nurse.

Pulling the child closer to her arms, Destiny’s mother repeated the final line of the spell, “She has never wronged you before, so punish me and her no more!”

Slowly, the blue color of the baby’s face faded into the warm pink of a normal child. Yet just as suddenly as the illness left Destiny’s eyes, did it cloud her mother’s. Gradually, her face shifted to a horrid blue color and her eyes yellowed. The nurse shook her pentagram over Destiny’s mother as if she were trying to ward off the illness. Destiny’s souls was astonished, she had never realized that her mother cared for her so much, as to risk her life for her. Suddenly Destiny’s mother and the nurse fell down, eyes rolling back into their heads.