Butterflies //DL

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    She didn't move, I stood still waiting for the bubbles to rise, waiting for her to pop up rubbing her eyes ending the sick joke she was trying to play on me. "Monarch." I held her shoulder pulling her up from the lukewarm water, her head slung back, her lifeless face peacefully asleep reminding me of the day I found my father after his stroke, why was I the one to find the dead?, why was I the one to see them?  "DO SOMETHING GODDAMNIT !" Samuels voice rang in the bathroom, I pulled her nude body from the water trying to remember my teachings from my high school medical cores, failing after an hour of forceful and despite attempts.  I wrapped her in her towel excepting my failure to save her life. Carrying her to the living room holding her  lifeless body, growing cold in my hands.  I looked at her eyelids daring to pull them lightly back and see her hazel eyes for the last time, realizing that I haven't shed a sing tear yet, "what's the matter with me?"   I brushed back her dripping hair, the phone rang and I let it not carrying to pick it up.  After this it rang...and rang....and rang...and fucking rang! I pulled phone from the hook? "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU FUCKING WANT?!"  "Hey I uh wanted to know if it would be ok if I took Monarch to the festival tomorrow as like a field trip or would the crowd be to big?" Her voice was timid it just added onto the hurt the way I yelled at her. "She's dead." I let the words flow making the situation final, "That's not funny." I could picture her concerned look in my mind. "Come over and see.....eat your heart out." I hung up the phone, drying her hair, "gonna get dressed alright?" I whisper to her corps, carrying her to her room decorated with Disney princesses, the shadow of tinker bell on the wall being fallowed by Peter. I put her down on the twin sized bed,the pillow became damp and it sank a little under the weight of her head. I pulled the first night gown I saw pulling it over her wet body sitting her up, pretending she was asleep settling my heart the beat going faster than ever faster than when I found my Sammy, faster than my dad, faster. Than. Ever.

I tell this to myself repeatedly over and over to make myself calm, to ease my shaking hands. She's just asleep, a nap, I pull her up slipping the gown on her completely.

I pull her close holding her, now standing in the middle of the hall, I don't know what to do, for a faint moment I thought I felt her light heart beat against my chest. I was mistaken, I took her into my bed room the largest in the house, only furnished with a king sized bed and curtains covering the window, baby blue paint covering the four walls that used to be tan but now blue, Monarch's choice.

I sat on the floor sliding down the cold wall that was almost as cold as her. I wonder if Grace is actually coming....if she actually herd the emotion in my voice like I herd in hers. "JOHNSON!" She did. Pounding grew on the door with every knock.

One more pound louder than the others and I herd her light and fast foot steps grow. She opens the bathroom door, comes out. Looks in her bed room, comes out with the towel. She sees me stepping slowly coming to meet me and my dead daughter on the floor.
🐛GRACE

"Jack?" I fully opened the wooden door, revealing his Shaking figure holding the small girl in his arms, sniffing and mumbling under his breath,his breath shaking along with along with him. "She told my she could do it....she could do it.....she couldn't do it...She couldn't do it." I got on my knees in front of him,this once strong man rough yet gentle now broken down against the wall "What happened?" "She wanted to take a bath I let her go,when she didn't come out after 9 I thought she went to bed by herself....IM SO STUPID SHE WAS ONLY SIX!" He hit his head harshly on the wall. "What'd she do?" "She fell asleep in the tub,i did try bring her back.She died in arms but she's not gone" He looks into the distance "Is it bad that I've been seeing dead people sixteen years" he finally asked
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