The bluebutterfly (preview)

As I waited for the bright sun fall into the tropical colored sunset I wait in silence for night to arrive slowly and quietly. The silence. It reminds me of a terrifying and confusing past that my imagination block out a little. These memories are only a small piece of Glass in my shattered world. But they started the glass shattering. The memories of that night. The white snow with red marks imprinting the cold snow. The foot prints only stain my mind as I remember my six year old self trying to catch them, trying to catch the fading shadow that would never appear again. The yelling and the screaming blast my imagination with pain that hurts the soul. The foot steps. Heavy and soft ones. My drunken father pleading for my mother to come back. My sobbing mother crying and so bad I almost started to sob myself, the door slams. Only silence. I step out of my room to find my father sobbing on the kitchen counter with a beer bottle in one hand and his face buried in his arm. I knew he wouldn't hear me in the pain he was felling. I run outside to try and catch the moving shadow that was the frame of my mother. Walking to fast for my toddler legs to catch. She walks into the oak Forrest. The red stains in the snow mark my mind with questions. Then I realize. Blood. I run as hard as I can screaming "mommy!" "Mommy!" "Mommy! Come back mommy!"

I trip down and scratch my leg on a low bush. I cry and pain for awhile but all I can hear is just silence. So slightly I hear the flap of soft wings. My tears blur my vision bit in the pearl moonlight I can see a little peace of blue flowing toward me. A soft and delicate butterfly lands oh so softly on the tip of me cherry cold nose. I giggle slightly. I catch it in my hands cupping it so I don't hurt the delicate butterfly that slightly ticked down my hand I open it. Reveling the most perfect butterfly I've will ever see.

I knew my father would not look for me after his bad and violent hangover so I decide to stay in the oak awhile and wait with the butterfly that will stay in my memory and help glue together the prices of the cold and confusing night of the blue butterfly

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I've had this idea for awhile now. So enjoy the book THE BLUEBITTERFLY 😍 hope you enjoy