The Catch | Zayn Malik

The Catch. ; Chapter 20.

20.

Fast forward to November.

Small flecks of snow gently fell from the sky, creating a thin blanket over the city of London. Cars and busses were rushing on the streets, their windshield wipers moving crazily. The people were decked out in thick winter jackets and scarves, preparing for the upcoming winter. As it was only November 18, the snow started a week earlier. Many feared or disliked the snow. The only reason being, that it was cold, and some had to shovel their driveways. But with Blythe, winter was what she loved. She loved the idea of running outside while the snow built up on her shoulders and head. One of the memories she had stored in her mind, was her as a child. Little Blythe was wearing a bright red winter jacket, with matching red boots. Her hat, leggings, mittens, and scarf were grey too. Blythe's mother had a knack for matching outfits. The memory went on with Blythe and her father, situated on top of a wooden sleigh. Down they raced, faster and faster on the hill as snow flew into their faces. Yet, they were laughing. They were laughing with such happiness that they forgot about how the frost bite their cheeks, or how their toes were getting numb. If only times like that were times as of now.

Blythe couldn't help but smile from her memory. Already, from a miniscule memory she had locked away in her attic of a mind, set her day. She was in a brilliant mood. Not only was it snowing, but it was her birthday. Eighteen years ago, a creature was born. A creature that was meant to be beautiful, smart, charming, friendly, popular, and creative. But instead, came out a little disgusting thing covered in blood and white liquids. Some say that babies are absolutely beautiful. But in Blythe's mind, they were disguising. A living, breathing organ coming out of a vagina? How beautiful.

Eighteen years ago, November 18, 1993 Blythe Genevieve Dolfi was born into the Earth. And only seven years later, her loving parents died. What a wonderful life she was living, and she reminded herself everyday.

Blythe swung her legs over her bed frame and shuffled over to the kitchen. After making a boiling kettle of water, she dunked her tea bag into the mug and added her desired sugar. Mixing the ingredients with a metal spoon, a firm knock was heard on the door.

"Package for Blythe Dolfi." The manly voice spoke. It wasn't one that Blythe was familiar with. She set down the spoon and walked over to the door, opening it slowly. After seeing the blue uniform of the mailman, Blythe breathed a sigh of relief and swung the door open. The man gave her the package, with a clipboard on top. Scribbling down her sloppy signature, she said good-bye to the man and shut the door.

Normally, when Blythe got mail she wouldn't be as giddy as she was now. But she knew exactly whom this parcel was from. It was only last year until she moved away, but Blythe greatly knew that her family back home wouldn't forget.

Blythe ripped the package open and stared at the contents with wide eyes. Her muscles were contracting with excitement, high-pitched squeals coming out from her mouth. She carefully unwrapped the wrapping paper and bit her bottom lip. There, laid a hand-made glass pot painted thoughtfully with bright colours. Blythe rotated the glass pot in her hands, and found that on the side spelt her name in large messy blue paint. This gift was definitely from her young sibling Sasha. Attached to the glass pot, was a printed, black-and-white picture of Sasha. Blythe stared at the picture and smiled. She dearly missed her younger sister the more she stared at the smiling photo. Even though nobody else was in the room, Blythe made sure to take a look around before bringing the photo to her lips and kissing it. It would've been embarrassing if there was anyone to watch her.

Other presents included dancewear from her father, baked goods from her mother, toys that were meant for eight year olds from her brother Parker, and lots more from her large family. Blythe was very grateful to have a wonderful adoptive family, even though they were completely different from her. Personality wise, one would say that she was born into the family, but appearance wise, not so much. Her adoptive family is black. African and English descent black, while Blythe was Italian and English descendant white. But as long if her family treated her with care and love, Blythe didn't care.