Chapter
One
Years ago, the world
lived in peace. Until the Fallen Angels started rioting the streets of the
humans’ and destroying the balance. The Demons created chaos, even haunted
humans’ dreams and lives; the humans were living in fear. So the Queen of the
Angels sent down her precious Angels to calm the Demons and restore peace. Of
course, this is a long process considering I am here to calm one certain Demon
who’s been causing a lot of mayhem lately. Jack.
……………………..
“Honey, it’s time to get
up!” Tabatha says. Tabatha is my mother, but not really. While I’m here, they
put me in a fake family, and when I’m done they erase their memories of ever
having a daughter.
I get up out of bed; I
don’t actually sleep, considering I don’t need it. I stay up and work on
learning more about my case. Jack has a rough past life. He was abandoned at
age 11 and left to fend for himself. He died when he was 18 because men set his
house on fire. Maybe I could help him by letting him accept his past.
Maybe.
I open my door and head
downstairs.
“Lilli, what are you
going to do today?” Frankie slurs. Frankie is also my fake, alcoholic dad.
“I’m going to head out to
work soon and then stop by the cafe with Emily and Shawn.” I say, annoyed with
how much he needs to know about what I’m doing, considering he is drunk still.
“Alright, well, be good!”
Tabatha says, eyeing her husband, clearly upset with him being drunk. She’s
been fighting with him for years to stop drinking but even more so now. She
puts her hand on my shoulder.
Suddenly, I’m yanked into
a memory of hers when she was screaming at Frankie and crying that he should be
better, he should be better. “You’re better than this! You can be better
than this if you just try, damn it!” Frankie just sat there watching his
soccer, not even flinching. I urge myself out of her mind and focus on the
present.
“-and we both love you so
much so be careful out there, little lady,” she is saying.
“Okay, I love you both
too. I should go now,” I say, still surprised by Tabatha’s memory. I close the
door behind me and walk to my car. You see, I have a special power. I can see
other’s memories when they touch me or even if I brush hands with someone. I’m
jolted into a deep memory of theirs, without their consent; I don’t know why I have
this power but I do.
I pull out of the
driveway and drive down to the creek and get out. I stumble down the side of
the creek and take off my shoes. I sit on a rock by the bridge and set my feet
in the water. I close my eyes.
I hear the birds chirping
and the water flowing. I feel the hot rays of sunshine hit my eyelids and miss
my wings, my beautiful long white wings. I miss the wind playing my hair, and I
suddenly realize that the humans are missing out on so much. The fun of playing
around in the clouds and the Cloud Kingdom. And the Queen, Queen Priscilla, she’s
so beautiful and kind. She loves all her little Angels, and we all love her.
She’s like our big mom; she’s my true mother and my best friend.
“You look so peaceful,” a
voice behind me says. I jump and look around, not finding where the voice is
coming from. “How are you so peaceful, it’s just nature.” Finally she sees the
shadow under the bridge.
“Nature is beautiful,” I
point out. “Can’t you see?”
“No, you’re more
beautiful,” he murmurs so quiet I barely hear him.
“I-I’m not r-really.” I
say, baffled from his compliment. He laughs.
“I should go now, pretty
lady; it was nice to make your acquaintance.”
“Wait!” I haven’t even
seen his face before he turns around and walks behind the bridge. I get up and
run under the bridge, but when I get there no one is there; it is like he
vanished.
Who was that boy? Why did
he leave so suddenly? I hope I see him again soon… he can’t just disappear like
that. I look at my watch and sigh. I’m late for work. I get
out of the water and carry my shoes up to my car and sit in the seat while
drying my feet with a towel. After, the towel is covered in dirt and leaves. I
put on my shoes and close my car door. I need to hurry.
Lilli.
Queen Priscilla. Hi.
Hello, dear.
Is everything okay?
Yes, I just saw Jack come
to the creek today and noticed you talked to him.
I did?
You did.
Oh. That was him?
That was.
Alright, hopefully I see
him again.
Okay, my dear, be
careful, he’s dangerous.
One thing Queen Priscilla
can do is talk to you telepathically. You feel a click in your head and hear
her voice. Sometimes it’s stressful because some thoughts I don’t want shared,
so I have to focus only on her and nothing else.
How was that Jack? He sounded so kind and
sweet.
I park at the corner
store and hurry inside.
“Lilli, you’re late!”
Peter scoffs.
“Yes, at least I have a
life!” I shoot back. I run to the back to get dressed. I shove my stuff in my locker and pull on my
work clothes. Paul walks in the Employee room whistling a probably made up song
and writing in his notebook.
“There’s boxes outside
that need to be brought inside, and since you decided to be late, you get to
move them!” He sings and twirls around like a ballerina.
“Nice moves,” I laugh. “And
I’m on it.”
I go out the back door
and walk to the truck drop off. I pick up two boxes and carry them to the hand
cart. I pull the cart back and push it to the storage room. I do this process
maybe 15 times before I’m finally finished. I go to the break room and flop
down on the couch, worn out.
Jen waltzes in the
room. “Hey, Peter says to unpack those
now.” I groan.
“No. You go tell Peter to
do it himself!” I complain, pulling a pillow over my face. Jen pushes my leg
and starts to say something, but I’m not listening.
“Honey, did you take your
meds?” Jen said. Her daughter shook her head. “Baby, you’ve got to take them.”
Her daughter shook her head again. Jen left the room to call the doctor.
“What, Jen, I’m not on
today, this is my only day off; this better be good.”
“Dr. Smith, she won’t
take her medicine!” Jen said, scared for her baby girl.
“Tell her she has cancer
and can’t just not take them,” he lousily suggested.
“No! Are you insane?!
That’s too blunt for a little girl!”
“Tell her she’s got to
fight for Mommy and for her brother. Then she’ll be more than happy to.” He
hung up.
I pull myself out of Jen’s
memory.
“- and Paul said to, too,”
Jen says.
“Okay, fine.” I sigh. I
get up and go to the storage room to create piles of all the things inside.
“Hey, here you are again,”
the same voice from earlier says. I turn around, and I see Jack leaning against
the wall.
“Hi,” I say, nervous. He
looks me up and down, which makes me self conscious of the outfit I’m wearing,
until I realize he’s wearing the same work clothes as me. “You work here now?”
“Yep, I’m a newbie.” I
look at his name tag: Jack.
“Jack, huh?”
“And you’re Lilli. Almost
as pretty as you yourself,” he compliments.
“Har har, not really. My
name is the prettiest part of my existence,” I scoff.
“Ah, so you’re Lilli with
a Low Self-Esteem. Duly noted.” I nod as
I finish stacking the products and etcetera. I start to stand up, but he offers
his hand; I think for a second and then grab his hand.
He was sleeping. Six men
circled his house and spilt the strong smelling oil all over his home. They
made a trail leaving. Two of the men opened their lighters and dropped them on
the trail, sending a furious fire up the grass to his home, engulfing it with
the orange fury. As the men ran, Jack awoke and screamed in pain as the fire
licked his legs. He got up in pain and ran to the window, the fire still trying
to burn him. The fire blocked the window. He turned to go to the door, but the
fire already claimed it. He had no escape, he screamed and cried, hoping
someone would hear his desperate calls, but no one did. As he lay on the floor
he soon became numb, letting the fire hold him; he imagined the fire was
furious because he was abandoned and hurt; he imagined the fire only wanted to
hold him, so he let it. He never woke up.
“Your hands are really
warm,” I say, still thinking about his memory.
“Yeah, I don’t know why,
they’re just really hot all the time, just like the rest of me,” he replied
cockily. I scoff.
“And you’re Jack with an
Ego,” I say, forgetting why I even needed to be cautious around him. Then I
remember, he could be the destruction of the peace we’re trying to rebuild; our
Queen has seen visions of hellfire under this boy as he destroys this world
hand in hand with the Devil. I snap out of the trance he put me in. I let go of
his hand and walk back inside, leaving him, but he follows.
“How long have you worked
here?” He asks, sitting on the arm of the couch.
“Three years,” I say,
walking out to go to the cashier. Still, he follows. “Don’t you have somewhere to
be?”
“Dunno,” he shrugs,
watching me. I laugh.
“Go ask Paul, then.”
“Who’s he?”
“Are you joking? He’s the
manager, and the guy you had to talk to to work here, and this store is named
after him!”
“Oh, okay, I’ll go ask
him what I’m supposed to do,” he says, but he doesn’t move. A customer comes to
my register, so I turn and choose to ignore Jack’s eyes on the back of my head.
“Hi, welcome to Paul’s
Corner Store, how are you? How’s your day so far?” I ask.
“Hi, yeah, well, I’m
feeling pretty malaise, and my day was long, so let’s leave it at that,” they
say, putting their items on the counter. I start scanning them.
“Well I hope there was
some good in your day,” I say, meaning it.
“Ah, we’ll see,” they say
as I notice Jack still hasn’t moved. I finish scanning everything and wish them
a good rest of the day. When I turn around Jack isn’t there anymore. Huh,
I think. I look at my watch; my shift is over. I walk to the back to ask Paul
where Jack is.
“Where’s Jack?” I ask.
“I don’t know; it’s like
he disappeared. Why, do you two know each other?” Paul asks, raising his
eyebrows.
“Oh, no, I just met him,
and he, like, teleported away.”
“Oh well, have a nice
day, Lilli, your shift is over.”
“Thanks, Paul,” I say,
walking to the changing room for employees. I change back into my normal
clothes and head out the side door.
I think I see Jack
leaning on the wall in the alley, but when I look back I see no one. I start to
head home. My thoughts churn; what was that?
-Bridget Sill
I think you did really well with adding in sensory language into your text, it really shows in this line in particular, "As he lay on the floor he soon became numb, letting the fire hold him; he imagined the fire was furious because he was abandoned and hurt; he imagined the fire only wanted to hold him, so he let it. He never woke up." It clearly shows how he feels in this line and it also helps the reader both visualize and feel how the character feels as well.
ReplyDeleteThat was a wonderful story! I believe that the central idea or the lesson of this story is to not get distracted from an important task. A quote from the story that i think best supports this is,"forgetting why I even needed to be cautious around him. Then I remember, he could be the destruction of the peace we’re trying to rebuild; our Queen has seen visions of hellfire under this boy as he destroys this world hand in hand with the Devil. I snap out of the trance he put me in."
ReplyDeleteThis is an amazing story and I really want to know what happens next. The descriptive language really pulls me in and makes me want to read more. The lines "sending a furious fire up the grass to his home, engulfing it with the orange fury. As the men ran, Jack awoke and screamed in pain as the fire licked his legs. He got up in pain and ran to the window, the fire still trying to burn him. The fire blocked the window. He turned to go to the door, but the fire already claimed it. He had no escape, he screamed and cried, hoping someone would hear his desperate calls, but no one did." really shows how the character becomes hopeless as chaos starts to surround him, setting an intense and scary mood for the scene. This is such an amazing story!
ReplyDeleteYou're story is amazing! You had me hooked the whole time and leave me wanting to read more. I love how you give each character their own personality by altering their choice of words and how they talk. I can tell that Jack is vain and is very bold. The line, "I hear the birds chirping and the water flowing. I feel the hot rays of sunshine hit my eyelids and miss my wings, my beautiful long white wings." really helps bring the setting to life. It also makes me wonder why she doesn't have her wings in the first place.
ReplyDeleteWow. That was entertaining. I really like the line "As he lay on the floor he soon became numb, letting the fire hold him; he imagined the fire was furious because he was abandoned and hurt; he imagined the fire only wanted to hold him, so he let it." This is a great example of figurative language. It captures Jacks pain through how he just wanted to be held and cared for by anything. He wanted to be cared for so much he let the fire burn him. A great piece indeed.
ReplyDeleteThat was a really good story. One of the best lines of figurative language that stood out to me was this, "I feel the hot rays of sunshine hit my eyelids and miss my wings, my beautiful long white wings." It brought the story alive and that one sentence was able to tell me a lot of details. I also like how you said "I miss the wind playing my hair." It kept the story engaging and it is a lot better to read instead just saying I miss the wind in my hair. Nice job!
ReplyDelete"When I turn around Jack isn’t there anymore."
ReplyDeleteI think the central idea is that you shouldn't believe everything you see. I think this because she thought he was behind her and he just disappeared, but he also could of not been there at all and it was just her imagination. The lesson you can get based off the central idea is that if you think you see something, there is a possibility it was just you imagining it. I can apply this to my own life because sometimes I think I see something that scares me, but I don't realize it could just be me imagining it.