Non-fiction / Dreams of Butterflies and Hurricanes
I awaken with a panic so great I can't breathe. I sit up in bed and throw the covers off, grasping my chest with one hand I grope around with the other looking for the lamp. Whatever I was dreaming about has me seriously confused and scared to death. I sit here with my heart pounding and my mind racing, franticly trying to remember what I was dreaming about. What was it that scared me so bad?
Ohh my God. My baby girl, my Starleigh; I jump up. My head still swirling, I run out of the room. I tear down the hallway, run down the stairs and flick on the light. Where is she? Why is it only Skylynn in the bed? WHERE IS STARLEIGH? By this time I have woke Sky up with my freaked out, middle of the night ransack of her room. I start to realize that Star is not here, and I am scaring the hell out of the one daughter I have left.
I walk across the room and kiss her on the forehead and tell her I just came down to check on her. Star has not been here, not for over a year. That very familiar pain takes over my body, a wave of sadness overtakes me and I crumble into a ball on the floor in the hallway. Sobbing uncontrollably I lay there as the cold draft makes me shiver as it blows over my sweat drenched t-shirt. I pull myself into a ball with my arms wrapped tight around my knees, which were drawn tight into my chest.
The flashbacks start to come now like relentless reminders of the absence of my child. First just the image of her playing in grass, running after a butterfly. "Flutterbies", that is what we used to call them. I see her again, we are at the park. We could not have asked for a better more beautiful day to have a picnic. The sun was shinning and the skies were dotted with white fluffy clouds. A light breeze was wisping her hair in her face as she ran after the butterfly.
Such a sense of happiness wrapped me in a blanket of warm contentment. I lay down and look at the sky; the clouds are starting to get darker. Well I thought I guess it was just to good to be true. The clouds are black now and the light breeze has started to turn into a whipping wind. This is happening so fast. My God, I nervously call for Star to come back to me. She can't hear me over the howls of the wind now. She is standing in the middle of the baseball field looking around as if she had lost something.
Was there supposed to be a storm coming, a hurricane perhaps. I look up in dread as I watch the clouds angrily swirl above my head. Before I can think about it I start to run. I trip over my own feet as I clumsily try to reach my little girl. Still screaming her name, but no sounds are reaching her. No matter how far I run I don't seem to be getting any closer to her, as if I am running on a treadmill.
The ominous sky started to spit forth-huge gleaming bolts of lightning. I fall again, scrambling back up to my feet as quick as possible to reach my daughter. I start to make my way to her as the wind and rain sear my face along with my tears. As I am just a few feet from her I hear the deafening sound of thunder and the ground shakes violently under my feet. Star turns and looks at me, she is smiling. Why is she smiling? Then I see it she has the beautiful "flutterbye" on the tip of her finger.
It seems as though this wind and rain have no effect on it as it flaps its delicate yellow and black wings, perched so perfectly on the tip of her tiny toddler finger. I reach for her, just as I am about to grab her up in my arms The sky lights up with a long line of vivid light. It reaches down and touches the very tip of her little finger. And before my eyes she transforms into a big whirling wall of "flutterbies". They all just fly upward into the air and she is gone. Star is gone. As the dainty insects reach the black clouds, they part and faint traces of sunrays filter though.
I awaken again with such a gripping fear. I fear that I am to blame; I couldn't keep her with me. I couldn’t save my angel, the tiny frail child that with a simple smile brightens the day of any one who sees it. I have allowed one of the most beautiful things in the universe to disappear. She is gone! I am lying on the floor in the hallway downstairs, shivering. I sit up and realized why I am so scared. She is gone. Star is gone. I am left here curled up and sobbing from the uncontrollable guilt and sorrow I feel.
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i got confused by the second page. but the story sounds more like a short story. it was really interesting. i could feel myself being pulled into the story. overall. it was really great. needs just more detail in it.
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