Sleeping, i ignored the beeping of my alarm. I shifted from my spot and yawned, opening my eyes. The world was so blurry for a moment, and went black as I began rubbing the sand out. I heard my mother call me from downstairs and didn't move. Soon, I heard footsteps come up the stairs and a knock at my door sounded. My mother called out "Sweetie, you're going to be late for school. It'll be the third this week. School just started three says ago as well!" I heard her grumble a bit more and her footsteps faded.
I loved my mother, she was one of the kindest souls. Every Friday, after school, we'd come home and bake cookies, then go out and give one to every homeless person we saw. Even if they weren't really homeless. Each week, the cookie flavor would change but, everyone loved my mothers baking. She was like, the baking queen to me! My father had left when I was 2 years old. he was an illegal immigrant and was afraid that if he was caught with us, that we would get in trouble as well. He wasn't a bad person, just illegal. My mother begged and pleaded him to stay, though he kept saying he couldn't. I remember the day perfectly, even though it was 10 years ago.
It was foggy out, and winter to mention it. The snow was drifting outside, blowing against the windows and door. I laid in my room, quietly peering around, afraid of the darkness of my room. Everywhere I thought I saw monsters and red gleaming eyes. Freaked out, I closed my eyes as tight as I could and bit my tongue. I almost jumped 10 feet in the air when I thought I had felt something scaly and cold touch my face. When I opened my eyes, a trace of green vanished. I wasn't sure what it was, but pushed it aside. I had suddenly heard yelling.
Curious, I got out of my covers and walked to my door, following the light, though the light wasn't much, since I still had my eyes shut and was holding onto my 'blankie' as if the world would end without it. I heard several shouts of
Please don't leave us! and
Sorry. Not understanding, I walked out of my warm room, feeling the cold air hit my face. Suddenly, I had wished that I stayed in my room. I saw several pieces of glass on the floor, and some kind of contents spilled onto the floor when they fell, I assumed. Walking further out and closer to the yelling I began to notice more of the words and sentences. Something about leaving. I didn't understand most of it. When I had made it past the glass, I looked at where both my mother and father stood. They had by now, both turned to look at me with expressions of...pity? I stumbled over and asked "What's going on?" when my parents didn't answer, I had assumed yet again, they didn't hear me. I asked my question again and this time, my mother answered me "Your father is leaving, Honey." I was confused and asked "To his work?" my mother looked at me sadly and said "No, honey, your father won't be coming home when he leaves." I didn't understand
Won't be coming home? Gone forever? Leaving? I blinked and my mother said "Daddy is going bye-bye." Finally it hit me
"Daddy, will never come back? Daddy's leaving forever? Leaving me and mommy forever?" he never answered and my mother continued "Sweetie, it's time for bed, let me go tuck you in." I reluctantly followed her and walked past the glass. before leaving for the night, I saw a tear run down Daddy's face.
My mother tucked me in between my 'blankies' and kissed me on the forehead. I watched as she closed the door quietly and left. Closing my eyes, I began to cry, realizing the extent of what the situation was. After a while of crying, my pillow was soaking wet and my tears had all dried up. I laid on my bed, curled up, practically hugging myself. Closing my eyes and sniffing, I felt the same presence as before, and the same scaly feeling. This time, I didn't open my eyes, and instead felt comforted by the scaly presence. Slowly letting the night catch up with me, I fell asleep, hugging the presence.
In my dream, it wasn't bad, like most people would think. It was a very nice and warm dream. I can't remember the details now, but I remember the warmth and joy. I remember the feeling. I remember...the scaly presence that had laid down next to me and comforted me in my sleep. I remember it's dark green base scales color and it's lighter green and white markings. The swirls on it's tail, and it's green eyes. I remember the feeling of the warmth of it. I also remember, giving it a necklace. A blue chain that connected to a black and gray stone that continued into the blue and back into a larger stone like it and then another smaller one, that lead to a shamrock. I remember the chain had continued in another direction, leading into a smaller black and gray rock and to a blue feather my father had given me. i remember giving the necklace, I had made for my father, to the very presence that had laid beside me. I remember the dragon staying by my side. I remember waking up.
Waking up, and feeling the scaly presence by me, feeling the warmth of the dark green, light green, and white scales. The light green fur, the dark green claws and...
The necklace. The blue chain that connected to a black and gray stone that continued into the blue and back into a larger stone like it and then another smaller one, that lead to a shamrock. The chain had continued in another direction, leading into a smaller black and gray rock and to a blue feather my father had given me. The necklace I had made for my father. The very same one.
(of course, not the end ^^. Just the beginning ^^)
