"Princess, we found something in your old pants." Sarah enters my room with a hamper and on top of the basket is pair of my jeans and my cell phone. Those were the jeans that I was wearing when I first came to Sky. Why did she have them?
"Sorry it took us so long to finally wash your old clothes, Princess. We just retrieved them from Jason's house." Sarah sets the jeans on my bed and holds the phone in her hand so delicately, you'd think it might detonate. Sarah clears her throat before speaking. "So um, what is it?"
I chuckle softly. I forget that Sky's technology is as updated as the 1940's. I take the phone from Sarah's chubby hands. "It's a cell phone. It's used for communicating with people that are faraway."
Sarah excitedly claps."Like mail!?"
"Sure," I answer.
I click on the home button and to my surprise, it has great reception. The cell only has 20% battery life, though. I check my notifications to find a couple thousand missed calls along with their voice mails. I look through the messages and see that they're all from Mom. All saying:
"I miss you."
"Where are you?"
"Please come home."
"I love you, Kat."
"The police can't find your body."
"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have let you go. I should've just ordered pizza."
The last one really brings me to tears. It's a voice mail; she sounds so dead and drained.
"I know you're dead. I don't know why I keep calling or texting. I just want you to come back so badly. I miss you so much. I love you, Kat. I really do. No one will ever love you as much as I do. Please come home. Please."
I lean against the wall; gasping in between fits of sobs. There are so many things I wish I could tell her. I want to come back, Mom. I love you too, Mom. It's not your fault, Mom. I could just call her; I have four bars in Sky! I can tell her I'm OK and safe.
But what good would that do?
"Hey Mom. I'm alive but I can't come back. Why, you ask? Well, I can't tell you that. Goodbye forever." That would hurt her even more. I can't do that. It's best for her to think that I'm dead.
Sarah comes and wraps her around my shoulders. "What's wrong, Princess?"
I wipe my nose and stand. I throw the cell phone as hard as I can at the other wall. It falls to the floor in pieces. I turn towards Sarah and give her a reassuring smile. "Nothing. I'm going to be okay."
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Wings
FantasyI'm not normal. I just know I'm not. I constantly have horrific nightmares about demons hunting me down and fairies pleading for my help saying that they need me. I just can't seem to get them out of my mind. I feel that they'll haunt me for the r...
