Status: I will eventually post the story more often when I really start writting a lot.
A Butterfly's Flight
Chapter 1
There was once a time I remembered as a small child sitting in my grandmother’s sewing room. I remembered her making me biscuits with cheese in them and bringing me back a cool glass of milk. Then I’d sit and eat as she knitted. I remember the wrinkles of time in her face and the surprising violet of her eyes, so much like mine. One of the most precious memories I have a freedom.
From my window sometimes I’ll watch the birds, or sometimes I watch the clouds. But never people. People never come by my window. Perhaps its best way. I won’t have to see them live their lives as they please.
Today I sat at my lone window, watching, waiting for anything to happen. Though I knew nothing would. In my small world nothing interesting ever happened.
Today the sky cried, big tear like drops from the clouds and I longed to feel their coolness on my skin, to feel the wet mud slide across my feet.
Then something different happened. A bright blue thing flew onto my window and clung there. I looked closer to see a butterfly. It was as big as it was blue. I studied it for a while, envying it for the freedom that it has. But then I stopped. He was caged inside my window under the roof of the house, and he couldn't leave. The rain had trapped him.
"It seems we have something in common now little butterfly." I whispered to it.
I looked up from the butterfly held captive in the rain on my window and saw a figure running towards my window. Quickly I jumped up and hid in my curtains. A second later my window shatters into a million shards and a lump of black clothing lay on my floor. I squeaked from where I was. I watched it for a few minutes in fear it would move. When it didn’t I stepped out from my protective curtains and walked toward it. I peered down at its lumpy form and nudged it with my bare foot. As if out of thin air and arm snaked around my ankle and pulled me down. The mysterious lump pulled itself on top of me holding me down and put a sharp object to my neck.
“I’ll kill y-“ It stopped midsentence when it’s brown eyes met mine.
It’s a man.
From my window sometimes I’ll watch the birds, or sometimes I watch the clouds. But never people. People never come by my window. Perhaps its best way. I won’t have to see them live their lives as they please.
Today I sat at my lone window, watching, waiting for anything to happen. Though I knew nothing would. In my small world nothing interesting ever happened.
Today the sky cried, big tear like drops from the clouds and I longed to feel their coolness on my skin, to feel the wet mud slide across my feet.
Then something different happened. A bright blue thing flew onto my window and clung there. I looked closer to see a butterfly. It was as big as it was blue. I studied it for a while, envying it for the freedom that it has. But then I stopped. He was caged inside my window under the roof of the house, and he couldn't leave. The rain had trapped him.
"It seems we have something in common now little butterfly." I whispered to it.
I looked up from the butterfly held captive in the rain on my window and saw a figure running towards my window. Quickly I jumped up and hid in my curtains. A second later my window shatters into a million shards and a lump of black clothing lay on my floor. I squeaked from where I was. I watched it for a few minutes in fear it would move. When it didn’t I stepped out from my protective curtains and walked toward it. I peered down at its lumpy form and nudged it with my bare foot. As if out of thin air and arm snaked around my ankle and pulled me down. The mysterious lump pulled itself on top of me holding me down and put a sharp object to my neck.
“I’ll kill y-“ It stopped midsentence when it’s brown eyes met mine.
It’s a man.
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Had to repost >.<