Fantamasia

A Few Months Later....

Okay so I decided to re-write this un-finished chapter :/ This is left because of my laziness and horrible grammar but don't worry because I'll try to finish this and hopefully I will :D Okay enjoy the changed chapter :)

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I walked to a familiar grave. My shaking hands slid across the tomb stone so that the dirt would be wiped away. I quickly dried the dirt on my gloves off. Once the dirt was off I read what was engraved on the stone.

Rest in Peace

Isabella Lillian James

1984-2008

Daughter, wife and mother, loved by all who met her.

“You don’t live once in life, but only die once and work hard, not to earn but to build the castle that awaits you in Heaven”.

I cried as I told her everything, everything that had happened to me in the past few months, the good and the bad. I quickly brushed my tears away; I had to be strong and wise, like my mother. I put a bouquet of Lillie’s beside her grave. She loved them and her second name was, Lillian and for her love of those flowers she named me Lillian, Lillian Elizabeth James. ‘And the best part is that I remind him of you, the best person ever’ I whispered to no one in particular.

I made my way out of the cemetery slowly. With a flower in one hand and tissues in the other, I walked back home hoping to see a glimpse of Feathers whom I had not met all morning.

My house was the same as it was when my mother was still here. I had always admired the small cottage type look that our house gave with its coral pink walls, French windows, the small yellow gate and the famous red stoned path that started from our doorway and till our gate. I started looking for the house key in my bag and was confused on where it could be. I finally remembered that I placed it underneath the “Welcome” doormat. Even though my hands were in gloves my fingers were trembling because of the cold.

I inserted the key inside the hole and turned it around waiting for the click sound which it usually made to show that the door had been opened successfully. I rubbed my hands together and slowly turned the knob of the handle. For a strange reason I felt suspense and curiosity filling the air. Maybe God was just as curious as I was at what awaited my arrival behind the main door of our house.

 I turned the knob and quietly opened the door. To my surprise I saw everyone who I knew and who I admired all in one room, which caused me to drop the flowers in my hand.

 I scanned the room and knew every face which beamed at me. Professor Mufti, Jolene, Bobble, Heath, Aurora, Timber, Baldwood and even Feathers who I see regularly but I was still happy to see him. I hugged each and every one of them, even Baldwood despite the fact that he worked for the man who wanted to kill my father.

I saw Professor Mufti, happy as always who was fixing his glasses, Jolene who was having a conversation with Baldwood about the different ways a prime number could be solved in eight different languages and cultures. Surprisingly he was very good at math which surprised me the most than any other person in the room. In a corner I saw Aurora and Timber playing with Feathers.

Wait, he wasn’t allowed inside the house! I shook my head and came near Aurora and Timber. They were again in their human forms while Heath who was chatting with my father was soaring freely in the room.

Aurora had her red tussles tucked neatly behind her ears and a colourful hair band which complemented her eyes. She wore a royal purple sweater dress with a belt which was on her waist. Underneath the dress she wore a light shade of lilac pumps and a ribbon was on top off her hairband.  Timber on the other hand was wearing what he wore when I first met him; an orange and white striped vest with plain jeans which came till his ankles and plain buckled shoes on his feet.