CRYBABY

XXXI- Just A Bird

Lisa

In an empty hallway, I hear the bickering of the birds. New York trees— as the birds latch against each other. Almost, like a fight occurred between two love birds that made a storm inside of my heart build up with panic.

I grow anxious— and walk-in heavy footsteps.

My hand numbly caresses the doorknob. As soon as I open the door, my heart stops.

The pretty brunette had her head down. And, I can only manage to breathe by the scream that flew from her lips.

When I managed to get close enough to see her face I froze.

Her eyes were wilder than a deer caught in a trap. There was nothing beautiful about her. Her feet were 3 inches off the ground, and blood trickled down her neck and into her jumpsuit. The only thing stopping her from plummeting face down on the ground was a spear. Around the hilt of the weapon, the blood was dry and hard, but still, the red liquid drizzled down the girl's face like rain on a window.

"Jennie..?".

I collapsed on my knees to the ground and screamed, "No!".

My eyes opened with panic, sweat covered my forehead and I can only make out the clear picture of the room I'm in.

A nightmare.

Another nightmare that keeps me up at night, living with the sorrow of being an assassin who is just a loner in gone paradise.

My eyes slowly trail over the body next to mine. My breath hitches and my whole body calms down. Almost, like alcohol. I'm addicted to her, and I can only witness the fall of my feels— and wonder if she was saving me. Why her certainly am I desperately wanting to touch now?

My hand hovers over her face- her beauty left me feeling struck. She wasn't the blonde girls I brought every night. Her face showed pure beauty— peace even. I caressed her cheek with the back of my hand and inched closer, to kiss her cheek and pull away.

"I'm sure you know that there is no use in this..". I faintly smiled, "You're an angel compared to me Jennie". I pulled away and left her there with all of my feels.

There is no point in feels.

Jennie

I open my eyes and was met by an empty bed. The events of last night flashed through my head- I bit back a smile remembering the way she softly spoke about her past. She opened up to me.

Out of everyone, she came up to me.

But the pain, the sorrow on her eyes made my chest tighten. It was almost like whenever I looked in her eyes, she would try to put on a mask and pretend that she's the woman of silence. Did she kill to relieve the pain?

It felt like there was something more to her past than her killing a woman she used to be in love with.

The door opened softly, and there she was. Avoiding my gaze, and letting the beauty of her eyes meet the ground. But, surprisingly. Lisa held her hand out for me, which didn't leave me to think. My body reacted and allowed her to pull me up with her.

She intertwined our fingers together and pulled me out of the room. This girl has some serious trust issues with rooms.

I shrugged my thoughts, as she pulled me back to her room. The art room may I assume. "This is one of my favorite places to be in". She looked over the room, and there stood the canvases. The paintings that wanted to be lectured for beholding such beauty.

I nodded, as she pulled her hand away. "Have a seat".

My eyes widened for a second before I sat down at the chair.

Lisa rubbed her hands together before giving the canvas her full attention. What made me feel even more confused, is the black cage that was laying on the mini table. I tilted my head and studied the black cage. It wasn't empty. Two stone birds were inside it.

It was like, Lisa saw the world as it was— a beautiful array of colors and shapes, ideas and formulas, voids and space, love, and fear.

It was all a canvas that left just enough space for everyone to paint their own story, their own lives in the whites of the world.

There were those who ran their strokes over and into the lives of many others either ruining their work or creating something simultaneously beautiful.

Lisa was a true artist, one who saw the world for how it was supposed to be seen; with an open heart, mind, body, soul.

I wonder how it feels to live in a world of art.

I tried to understand the point of these two stone birds but failed miserably. "You know us as humans, we don't like to think about life from a different perspective".

I looked at her, and she wasn't even looking at me. Her big brown eyes met my gaze for a split second before applying the colors she seemed to find interesting. "What do you mean?".

"Why don't we think about ourselves being just normal birds?".

I looked back at the cage and noticed that the stone bird was pointed in my direction. I raised my eyebrow, confusion written all over my face as she spoke; "From a bird to another, there is always this unfamiliar creature that stands in-between".

She smiled, my breath hitched.

That smile looked so genuine.

"You're probably wondering why I brought you here". She raised her head up and looked deep into my eyes. "First of all, I just wanted to e-explain..". The psychopath for the first time stuttered, make me stand, and take slow baby steps to her. "You don't have to..".

I placed my hand on her shoulder, "We all go through something at some point". I showed my gummy smile, "You don't have to".

"But I really want to explain myself". Lisa stared down at her nails and looked between me and her long fingers anxiously. "Allow me to".

She walked to the brown couch, as I followed her. "I don't know how to explain or express my feelings". Lisa started, "But you see; I'm just a bird".

She blinked rapidly, "I've been followed by many, but I only stick to one". Lisa bit her nails, her foot was tapping against the ground making her body vibrate intensely. "I don't follow the perspective of humans".

The broken smile traced her perfect lips once again; "Cause I never felt like one".