Blue Fever

chapter1

I sat there at my computer. This was my one shot. It all came down to this. My one chance to write the truth. And so it beings.

The doctors rushed to her. There was nothing they could do. Then when all hope was lost, a miracle happened. Her and her sons were saved. One rang of normal; black hair, eyes that copy the moon, and the shinning gray. The other, Sick Son of the ocean. Blue hair unnatural. Blue eyes that seem to burn like fire. The tale of two. The loss of one. Through the eyes of the unnatural.

I wrote it down. Reading had been such a habit of mine. The library became more of a home to me then anything else. This book "Untold truth of the blue" it had been like me. Though, none of it was true.

I heard a thud that made even my taste buds jump. There in front of the me stood a skinny girl. Tall with short black hair. Her dark almost black eyes caught mine. It made my heart race; she sat down. I stared at her. I loved almost everything about her. Almost.

"Hey, Nate," she said with a smile. Her brown skin glowing under the light

"How's it going," I replied with a tone that meant I didn't want to be bothered.

Her eyes dimmed. She bit her lip. She look as if she was hesitating to say something," I've been looking  for you guys," she spoke," I was hopping to find your brother first. I guess god had other plans."

"What are you talking about," I asked. Her look made me feel uneasy.

"What are you reading," she asked. Switching subjects, I hate it when she did that. Especially when she had something to hide.

"Untold story of the blue," I said flipping to the cover of the book." I tell you now it's all crap. Lies about this," I room my hand and outline myself,"Disease."

"Don't call it that. If you ask me,I think that the world needs a change. I like your blue. You stand out. You're different from everyone. But that's what makes you awesome. I hate being born like this. Only thing that makes me stand out is my ADHD. I have to make myself stand out. I guess mostly because of my rebel sods that makes me want to be different. You were born a rebel. You were made to be something . . .

"Something" I remember her voice, it still rings when ever I think of her. She made the world seem different. She made having blue fever seem more of a new crave and blessing. Different than what it really was. Is.

That conversation, I remember it like was yesterday.

"Something more. You were made to be what this world will need. Please promise me you won't forget that. Blue Jay." She said.

Silence went between us. It was beckoned for sound. Motion of any sort. I simply nodded.

"I'm just a caged raven. Trapped by my demons, my morals, myself, my god. No, not my god. Just god. And he's just the keeper of that cage. Slowly opening it up. But it's never open wide enough for me to get out. But its just because I'm missing something," she spoke.

Her eyes looked sad. I know what she meant now. I didn't know them. As I got older I realized how smart she was for her age. But that was middle school.

"I'm moving. I wanted to tell you that," she said.

Moving. She had a week left at that school. It wasn't because she wanted to. She had to. Despite the fact of how sweet and amazing she really was, she was bullied. They bullied her out of school. I didn't know where she left to.

But when she left, hell began. This is memory. Memory is never in order. So for you to remember this it won't be in order.

When my came back I was the only one who knew it was him. I remember it so clearly.

I was having an argument with my mom.

"Stop acting like it's my fault," I yelled.

"I never said that. Nathaniel," my mom said. Her green eyes filled with sorrow from a loss if a child.

"Mom, what's going on? Why are you crying," he said.

She looked at me, and shock went through her face. Shook her head and looked at me again.

"Nathaniel, what's happen to your eyes," she asked him.

"I'm not Nate mom," he said. "I'm Mason. You might have to use glasses again."

My eyes had changed from my blue to Mason's gray.

"Mason? No, stop it Nathaniel. It's nor funny," she said getting mad.

"I'm not Nathaniel. Nate died remember," he said.

She walked up towards me. Her poor scared and pain filled eyes were staring into Mason's eyes. She grabbed my shoulders.

"Nathaniel, stop," she demanded.

"I'm not Nate. I'm Ma-," he said before she slapped me.

I want to think when she did that, she pushed Mason down. But he didn't leave.

"Mom, what the hell was that for," I asked placing a hand on my cheek.

"Y-your eyes. They're blue," she said as she stood back.

"Of course they're blue, when are they not blue," I asked confused.

"Nathaniel," she said as if it were a question.

"Yeah, . . . why are you looking at me like that," I asked her.

Two days after the incident, my mom took me to the doctor. He was a old guy. His hair was silver and his face had tons of wrinkles. His eyes where kind like hers, but unlike her eyes his weren't clouded.

He said I had multi-personality disorder. That my mind had tried to hide the fact that Mason was gone. I wasn't true. I didn't have MPD. It was Mason. I saw him, he went into my body and had his soul was still there.

He tried to explain to my mom that when my eyes turned gray, it was just the light reflecting off my eyes. He was wrong. They didn't want to except the fact that Mason's soul was inside of me.

They gave me more pills. It only made the matter worse. So I stopped taking them.

My eyes don't change anymore. They stopped a year after I started taking the meds.

I remember the days after Aj left. I remember her crying as she said goodbye. I remember her faking a smile; pretending she wasn't hurt. I remember Mason and how he changed.

He didn't seem the same. I don't know why. Whenever we mention anything about Aj, he had a pain look in his eyes. Whenever she'd call he would be the first to talk to her. When he did, it was like he was back to his old self. As if hearing her voice had something to make him feel like himself.

That day was hell. The day she left the world seem to come back to us. The real world and it's true self.