L O S I N G those who were once C L O S E [Kiah]

[d11a tsiuri dermott ☕ minie]

[atrb=width,480,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=931F14] Mist Jay plitter platter plitter patter that is the sound of the rain on the wooden rooftop of my bedroom. The sound that makes some people want to go to sleep and hide from whatever fate might bring down on us. They think it might be a curse that we have to run from. We have to go away as quick as possible. We have to bring our young ones in safety. They think it might be as bad as the reaping where are loved ones are sent to certain death. Only they don't know what it's like when there love ones die.I'm not afraid anymore to lose all that I have. The rain makes me want to jump out of bed, and go play in it. I want to feel the cold rain hammer against my shoulder. I want to feel the mud splash against my legs, for as much as I know it is even good for the skin. I can have fun and get nice skin. I don't even want to change my clothes. I could go out there in my PJ's and not have a single problem with it. Mom might, but i won't I'll be the happiest Jay out there. If i'm lucky, Storm might come with me and enjoy his namesake. If not he can kiss one more book goodbye He has kissed too many goodbye from my hand, because he never has time for me, only for the fairies. I turn in my bed and listen again to the sound of rain, the places I could go and they will always be there with me. The fun I could have with them, that Storm will never have with me. because I can go anywhere, and they will follow No one understands why I want to put my health in risk for a little fun, no one understands almost anything I do. They think I'm just an odd, self-centered girl that wants to die or something. The truth is that my family doesn't understand the word called fun. Mocking does, he understands putting stuff at risk. Devil, my cousin does, she lived up to her namesake. But no one else does. I carefully slip myself out of bed, not making it farther than the sitting position wanting to fall back down. The sleepiness tries to take over my body, trying to make it fall back down. To enter the world of dreams where Jabber was still alive, where our family was still complete. A place where I can be Mist jay, and nobody will complain. I would love to go back to that world, but I can't, the rain is calling me. Not by name, but by the sound of the early birds chirping and the sound of it hitting the ground. The only sound that seems to calm me down, the only sound that doesn't turn me into something everybody sees in me...except me.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#f4f4f4; width:400px; padding:8px; border: 8px solid #9b6464;] Lost and scared... Losing what he most desires... ...TURNS HIS LIFE AROUND.... Red Jay The fight with storm seemed like it had ben weeks ago, but in truth it had only been a few days. But in that few days I had lost more than I could even imagine. The fight with storm was something that could be forgiven, that could be forgotten… but the death of Jabber? No. That couldn’t be forgiven- or forgotten. The whole family has been affected, and even though I didn’t even know him that well it still affected me in way that I could not even explain. I felt as though a piece of me had been ripped away, just another piece of me which had been torn away- another piece of me which I had held on tightly too was gone, and just like my sight, no amount of wishing and praying would bring it back. Just the same with Jabbers death. Everyone wished for him to come back but he was gone, he was gone and never coming back. The sound of the rain tapping against the old wood of my bedroom roof, and I take a moment to listen to the gentle tapping. It reminded me of when I was younger. Every winter when it was raining I used to sit by the window, listening, watching as small droplets of water landed on the windows before dribbling down the glass, racing other drops as they race behind the one in lead, eager to catch up. I had loved it, loved to watch the different routes that the water took, I loved the way drops dodge other splashes of water- I used to watch for hours and hours so engrossed in the water that ran down my bedroom window. Now? Now I have no choice but to listen to the water. I cannot watch it run down my window, I cannot watch it hit the surface of a puddle and watch the small ripples, I cannot watch the way it turn earth that was so dry and to dead to earth that is muddy and alive. I cannot see anything, nothing at all. Heaving a sigh I pull my blankets away from my small body before tumbling out of my old wooded bed- the wooded planks creaking in reluctance as I slid from the mattress of my bed and onto the floor. My two feet hold my body steady and I wander over to my closet, feeling around for a moment, for anything, anything that felt soft and warm in my fingers. My fingers close around a jacket and I slip it over my shoulders before moving over to my bedrooms door. Okay. I can do this. I do this every day, and every day I mange, today is no different. Pulling open the door I step out into the hallway- but unlike usual I run into something hard and scream out loud. I have no idea what I have walked into but I do know that this thing that was blocking my way has not always stood where it stood now. Taking a pace back I put a hand to my face, touching the tender spot of my face. It had taken the brunt of the hit and ached dully. Why? Why would someone put something big, and hard, outside the room of the blind kid?

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[d11a tsiuri dermott ☕ minie]

[atrb=width,480,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=931F14] Mist Jay I close my eyes again and hear what is my greatest pleasure. I hear the only thing that understands me. The wild untameable weather. It's like me. You can't control it, some days it will be peaceful and will leave everybody alone. Somedays it will be raging out of anger and hate. Those are the days when everybody just stays out of my way. they let me be, because if they try to hold me back, they will never succeed. I will be myself, and a caged Mist is not one anyone will want to mess with. Today is different, everybody knows that. they might feel it in their bones. Today Mist Jay will be peaceful, today I will leave them to their business and I will enjoy the rain. I will dance with the birds and let them decide what I should do. I'll let them decide where I go. Maybe today I will go to the woods. There must be alot of birds there. How I long to be free just like them. How I long to see the world in their view. Nobody believes me when I say at heart I'm not so wild and untameable. They think it's all a lie, everybody but Storm. he knows how I am. He knows that the same way I am untameable, that I can be tamed. If you try hard enough I'm a wanderer now, a wanderer of sweet dreams. Sweet dreams that take you across the seven seas and high above the world. Nothing can stop me now because i'm flying, just like a Jay should I can see everything I want, I can be everything I want, because there is no limit in a dream. I'm running side by side with Jabber again. But then something interrupts me. I'm back at the reaping day. I'm saying my goodbye. Now it's different, he is screaming at me. Telling me I'm the worst cousin ever. That's when I exit dream land and come back to reality. My blue eyes are open and my ears are ringing from a sound. This sound is too familiar. It's Red's scream I know it well, blind little Red. When he first lost his sight he was screaming the whole time. he never let anybody sleep. I hated that phase, but mama said i had to be a little bit more supported. It wasn't my fault he was blind so why should I be supportive? I'm still lying in bed, waiting to see if anybody is going to go help him. 5 minutes pass, but nobody does. I let out a sigh, seeing I just have to be the one that goes and helps him. "Stupid boy, couldn't be more careful" I mutter to myself as I make my way to him. I walk down the hallway, which was dark and amp from the darkness of early morning. I can't see well, since my eyes are still adjusting to the light. My steps are slow and i feel like a sloth. The only difference is that I'm tired. I see Red crouching over holding a spot on his face where he probably ran into the new closet mom and dad bought, but why did they put it there? I shake my head and go over to him "Damn you Red, can't you be more careful? I was trying to get some sleep. but you just have to be such a clutz and run into this thing" I scolded him, putting my hand to my hip.