Peyton

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~~BEFORE~~ 

  "Jev! Look at it!" I smiled, as I pointed to the pretty flower. It's sweet white petals matching the colour of his skin; he was extremely pale, but he got that from Momma. My small fingers curled around the leafy stem, plucking it from the earth's delicate hair. I caressed it's fair petals, feeling it's softness, like the gentlest of silk. 

    My brother, Jev, sat up in the grassy area he was laying in, and smiled at me. "What you got there?"

   "Flower!" I giggled, as he stood up, and floated over to me. He knelt down in front of me, not making any move to get closer. 

   "Do you know what kind it is, Peyton?" His eyes, a kind blue under his golden hair, captured my own silvery eyes. 

    I looked down at the wondrous item I held, my eyebrows knitting together, and a sudden pout sitting on my lips. I mulled it over, thinking of all the knew things Jev taught me, all the new words he brought with him from his new school, one of higher standards.

    Finally, I shook my head.

   "Don't fret, Pey," He said, soothingly. He touched his large, warm palm to my cheek, lovingly. "It's called a  Daisy. Remember? Daisy?"

     I smiled, recognising that word, trying to recall how it felt rolling off my tongue. "Daisy!" I shoved it in his face.

    Despite the fact that I was five, I didn't speak much. And what little words I did speak, I would repeat again and again. I knew many terms, but I refused to say them aloud.

    He nodded, shooing the flower away so he could pull me into a hug, laughing. I tucked my arm under his, careful so as not to wrinkle the beauty I held tightly. My eyes stayed glued to the dainty little flower.

     "Daisy..." I whispered, against his shoulder. It was lovely, it reminded me of Jev. To me, he was a pretty boy, and he always made me smile. I brought it to my nose for a second, so I could smell it. When I felt my brother shift, I moved it away.

    Jev pulled back, and took my shoulders. I grinned up at him, my eyes crinkling, my lips lifting at the corners. "It smells pretty!"

   He laughed again. I liked his laugh; it sounded happy. I pushed the flower in his face again, this time pressing it to his nose. "Smell it Jev! It's pretty!" I wanted to hear his laugh again, and again, and again, and I wanted to see him smile forever!

    He took in a huge breath, so big he had to turn his head and cough. I giggled at his silliness; my brother was so funny, sometimes!

   Between coughs, he managed a smile. "It does smell good."

   My grin grew wider, until my cheeks began to ache and turn a brilliant red as they normally did. "Can you go give it to Momma for me, Jev?"

   He watched me carefully, then took the flower from me with his long, slim and strong fingers. He nodded, tilting his head to the side as he smiled. "Sure, Pey." 

    I watched him stand, after leaning in and kissing my forehead. I stared at his lean, muscular back, as he went inside, calling out to Momma.

    I smiled to myself, and looked around for any more pretty flowers. 

    That's when I heard it.

    "Blossoms in the night,

     Flowers clean and bright,

    Nothing but the moon to save your life," A voice from the forest next to our home, soft and angelic. 

   Above me, the sky began to churn, as rain clouds swept in slowly. A storm perhaps?

   "Only gentle light,

    Soft and luscious white,

    Cross your fingers now, That's all you know how,

     Keep an eye on the sky, please don't cry,

    Keep yourself alive...." 

    I got to my feet, sluggishly, as the pitch rose up and veered off. It intrigued me, as Jev often said. I headed into the underbrush, not realising what I had been leaving behind.

~~TEN YEARS LATER~~

   I woke up with a scream and a jolt. I could feel the tears streaming down my cheeks, as they did every night. And every night, it was because of the same nightmare.