Glimmer had been trained her whole life to fulfill her purpose. And her purpose she fulfilled. But her job doesn't end there. And now that Keefe has finally come out of the coma that Glimmer was used to create, Glimmer finds herself counting down th...
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KEEFE ~
This girl had green eyes. Where had he seen them before? Amy had green eyes. But not these green eyes.
He felt her nerves bubble in his stomach. Glimmer fidgeted with her hands, struggling to hold his gaze. "Wha-," Keefe started. Then it clicked.
Keefe's mother left him crying in his sheets, holding his injured bleeding finger. She didn't even offer him a bandage. So he laid there, crying. She didn't care about him. Just his legacy. What even was that place?
Keefe's memories buzzed in the blind spots of his mind. Lurking in the shadows. Waiting.
"You better hurry, Glimmer, or I'll tell Gisela you tried to convince me not to wash the kid's mind,"
"You wouldn't dare, Getchen. We both know that."
"Just shut up and do it then!"
"OK!"
The voices argued outside his door. One was the voice of a girl. She sounded young. The other was of a man. His voice was mean.
The door creaked open as a line of light crept up Keefe's bed. Keefe shrank farther under the protection of his covers. A hooded head peeked through the doorway, studying the room before finding Keefe.
"Hey, Keefe," The same girl's soft voice said from the cloak.
"A-are you here to wash my memory away?" Keefe whimpered, tunneling further under the sheets.
"Yes. It will all be okay. I'll be here to hold your hand and help my friend make sure you gave no way of seeing the memory clearly again, ok?"
"Friend," the male's voice huffed from outside. He then let out a sound that made it sound like he'd been kicked.
Keefe looked at the girl. He couldn't make out her face. But she sounded kind. And her emotions seemed compassionate. But also worried. She couldn't of been that much older than him, actually. Maybe 2 or 3 years. He couldn't tell. She was taller than him, though.
Keefe finally squeaked out, "Will it hurt?"
A rush of panic hit Keefe from the girl. She took a few cautious steps toward his bed before putting her hands up, like she was trying to calm down a frightened animal.
"No, of course not. I would never let anyone hurt you."
The words echoed around Keefe's mind.
"I would never let anyone hurt you." Nobody had told Keefe that before.
So he held still as the girl came forward to sit down beside him. And as the other cloaked figure followed her into the room and put his icy fingers against his temples. He focused on the warmth in the girl's hand as confusion took over. And as his head slowly rolled to the side, he got a glimpse of the girl's eyes.
They were green. Dark evergreen lined the edge of her pupils that faded into an emerald and then a light green.
But Keefe was too woozy to be surprised. So as his eyes began to feel heavy, he whispered one last question to the girl. "Are you an angel? Like the ones in the human stories?" Her eyes crinkled with a sad smile as she whispered back,
"No. Not an angel. But sometimes, I wish I could be."
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