Do you ever wish that there was something else out there? Something that was completely new something that makes your life seem like it was just starting. Imagine a world filled with so many new places, things, people. A place of your own where you can do whatever it is you want. Be whatever you want. That would be amazing wouldn’t it? I’m lonely. No friends and no siblings. My parents work as doctors in the ER so I’m just home by myself most of the time. So instead of being bored, I decided to dare myself. I dare you to make a wish! I dare you to dream! I dare you to fly to the most greatest thing!
“Look up into the stars and you will fall to your destiny.” My grandmother used to always say that. I never knew what she meant but, that didn’t mean I didn’t do it.
Every night I would sit on my day bed by the ajar window sill. As close as I would get to the edge there would be moments where you would think I fall to my demise. The night is so enticing that I just have to get in its face. I would reach to as many stars as I can, although the city lights protect the rest from my grasp. Then there was that one day. I sit on my window sill leaning against its sides. I can clearly feel the ridges digging into my back but my mind was in another world. It was testing its limits. I was daring myself again but this time instead of looking at the city I looked at the stars. The icy wind, the crisp air, the serenity of it all. The moon grew large as if it was begging me to come to it. The night sky began to look as if it was a blanket looming over to protect the innocent. Was this what she was talking about? Was this my destiny? Reaching my hand up a single star grasped on. Suddenly I felt weightless and my adrenaline rushed like a thousand butterflies. A sensation of excitement? No. Remember what my grandmother said? You know the whole ‘falling to my destiny’ thing… Well, apparently I was. I. Was. Falling.
When? I don’t know.
How? I don’t know.
Why? I don’t know.
It wasn’t a dream. I knew it wasn’t. It felt too real.
You would think someone would worry about how they will survive right now. I would if I didn’t notice the moon white locks that fought gravity. Or the crimson garment that resembles that of a defense mage. Or the fact that there are faded images of others who are clearly as confused and terrified as I am. But out of all the things my mind was focused on it was that one sound? Word? Thought? It was something there. Almost like a thought that you have but right when you’re about to say it you forget. But it’s almost there. I can hear it. I can say it. I can-
“I can’t believe you really just bust into my house.”
“Ok but we called like twelve times. Then Nitta started going off about how you could’ve died and if you did, she was gonna take your Bisney collection. Then Kaine was saying that you, could’ve been abducted by aliens. Then Lil came high off her ass but got the landlord to open the door for us anyway so…I don’t see the problem here”
The stupid sass of Cree never got old but definitely had me question how did we become friends a couple of times. In fact, I can say this about all of my girls. We’ve been friends since high school but, I can’t remember how that actually happened. For all, I know they could’ve kidnapped me and said let’s be friends and knowing my dumbass self I probably would’ve said yes.
“Okay, okay. I understand but what was so important that you had to break in” I yawned clearly still tired from the chaos this morning.
“Coffee date” Kaine replied bluntly while looking through my cabinets probably trying to find the wine collection again.
“Shit, that was today.”
“Yes! Did you seriously forget? That isn’t really like you Ly” Nitta gave me a look of concern seating herself next to me. “Especially when you were the one who planned it.”
“Yeah, sorry about that. I don’t know what’s been going on lately”
“Maybe you are turning into a siren or the aliens already got to you” Kaine opted to eat my mint ice cream which I’m pretty sure she doesn’t even like based on the disgusted face.
“Kaine, enough with the nonsense. And you don’t even like mint ice cream so why are you eating it” Clearly having the same question as the rest of us. Cree only got a shrug in return.
“Now what’s been going on in that big head of yours?”
“I’ve been-”
“Actually, get dress. We will talk over brunch because we all still haven’t eaten yet.” Cree pushed me into my room. Sighing, I put on a pastel pink sweater paired with a black skirt, white thigh high socks, and a simple pair of heels. It was still early fall so the was still quick warm but getting cooler by the day. As I grabbed my black tiny backpack, I saw my dream journal and felt I should bring it with me so I grabbed a pencil and some erasers and stuffed it in my bag along with my tiny pink journal. Yes, I love pink. Kill me.
In my living room, I see the girls evacuated the premises so I quickly check to make sure all my lights were off and joined them.
“Took you long enough”
