Immortal Creatures

Inside, I can feel my lungs quiver from the lack of breath that leaked out between my lips.
The light that poured onto the page distracted my eyes as they outlined the bold red letters
that covered onto the paper surface. My thumb massaged the thick sheets that were inserted into the diary.

As heavy footsteps began to echo louder into the base of my ear drums, I quickly tore off the threat note and crumbled it up as if it was an aluminum gum wrapper. Wesley popped her head in the door way still looking like she just attended funeral and gazed at me as she wanted to talk. I slipped the balled waste into the slits of my back pocket and sat on the tiled floor with my visible back touching the cool white wall. She mimicked me and began to lean her head to the opposite side of my posture.

Letting out a forceful sigh, she grabbed the beginning of the direction where her hair started to grow and combed it more to touch ceases of her back. "How can any of this be normal?" She said sadly.

I shrugged my shoulder while letting out a similar sigh as well while looking at the left side of her cheek. I can see a lonely tear race to the edge of her chin; trying to wipe it away to make sure I didn't notice. I grabbed her hand that sat on the top of her left knee to comfort her. I can tell that she was scared. The pulse in her hands gave it all the way even when her face told another story. "Did you know that girl?" I questioned carefully.

More tears started to herd together taking another direction to her plump top lip. "Not as well as you can say a friend, but she was in every class I had last year. I as even her partner in chemistry." She chuckled a little as her throat began to become drowned
with tears. "You know she came to me once at lunch, just to see if she could join us cheerleaders. All the girls dis-tasted the fact she was even in our faces. I wanted to, but instead, to gain the other girls respect, I turned her around as if she was nothing." I didn't know how to react so I avoided my eyes from her into my lap.

A few moments of silence was shared in the bathroom until Wesley had enough and walked away. I wish I could be more for her, but it seemed like I had more problems of my own. This letter, this threat that could harm the ones I loved put fear into my soul. Just to know that whoever left this note, was in my house and could come back whenever and for whoever it wants.

That weird shadow figure that was at the party got me thinking. Just the way it had a hold of me gave me a feeling that this, thing, wanted me to no longer exist. This feeling was something I wouldn't want to share with anyone because I wouldn't know how they would react. Layton came into the bathroom next to say his goodbyes as he was going home just as Wesley
was now.

"You sure you don't need me to come back and check on you?" he said sincerely.

I shook my head with a reassuring glance to give him a sign that is was dearly okay. Leaving ghostly fingerprints on the edges of my bathroom doorway, he traveled down the stairs and out the front door with Wesley. I rose from my back to the wall to begin to walk into
my tormented bedroom. My aunt and uncle asked if I rather sleep downstairs, but instead I organized my items back to where they first were and gathered my ripped covers onto the bed, pulling them over my knees. In the grip of my left hand was my mother's diary. I grew suspicious as I realized out of all things, why would someone write a threatening note onto the book instead of
on the walls or leave a note on the front door as we went in. It seemed like they warned me not to look any further or some type of information that could be harmful to my loved ones, but the thing was, there were no more pages. Feeling curious I opened to the pages where I left off to
cure my curiosity and sure enough there was a torn out piece back into its place.

1990 February 22nd

Dear my beloved sister, I am dearly sorry for my absence of not being anywhere in sight. A couple of months after the attack, I found out that I was pregnant.
I couldn't forget the way you looked at me as you rubbed the belly that contained your first niece. It made me feel blessed
that I got to have you back in my life. As months went by the more my precious girl grew closer to life, but the more I grew sick.
I didn't realize till closer to the due date that my pregnancy put a huge bucket of stress onto your life. Mom, dad, you, and I
new that I was going to soon die, but you never once gave up on me. That day when everyone else was gone and I was by myself,
I gave birth to my baby girl. Instead, to wait anymore to hold her in my arms, I decided to bundle her up in the blanket you
gave me before you went to college with a note attached to the side. I left her in your hands not out of ignorance, but to make
sure she had a positive life. Something didn't make sense of my illness, but I didn't want to stick around to have you see
me die. Now that I must go, I give you all my love so you can pass it on to my beloved child. Mona will be in good hands now.

Bye, forever my dear sister

Dots of stained blood was absorbed by the corners of the torn page right edge. Tears filled my sockets as I image a woman walk
away from a family that never got to say goodbye. Even though I never got to no her, this diary seems to make me stronger the more
I get to know her life. The torn edges that were blank before this page came along looked old. It wasn't torn freshly from this
book which means my aunt never got to see this letter. Instead of opening old wounds, I folded the new letter and stuffed into
my pillowcase while I lied my head softly onto the smooth fabrics as I shut my eyes to wake up to a new day.