《The Weight of Time "The Butterfly's Wing"》


 new beginnings

    Why do I get to go on living¨Cwhen they''re all gone? ¡°Today marks the 2-year anniversary of the tragedy that tour through the town of [Brookstone] leaving many residents homeless and many lives lost,¡± the TV plays the local news in the background of the diner. A warm evening color shines through the windows of the diner. I used to ask myself that all the time, but now it almost feels like it never happened.Life just keeps going, not stopping for anything¨Cor anyone in its way. Sometimes I close my eyes and try to remember how things were, but lately I think memories are starting to fade. I, just¡­


    Hi, can I get you¡­? Ash opened her eyes and looked up to the side of her at the person standing over her. Is everything ok? The waitress said with a look of concern on her face. Yeah, I''m good Ash says as she quickly wiped the tears from her eyes. A Coffee sounds nice.


    The door opens and Ash walks into her apartment closing the door behind her. ¡°Home sweet home¡± she says. The phone on the table across from her buzzes and lights up 10 miscalls and 6 messages from mom¨Cshe just ignores it. Ash looks up at the large painting on the wall. I remember how long that took me, she said to herself while looking up at it. It was a black, blue, white and grey painting of a girl with blue hair with half of her body buried in flowers. I still like the space dog more, she said to herself. Her apartment is full with paintings, most of them unfinished and a couple posters everywhere tho, her favorite was painting of a dog in a spacesuit she made. Then there was her desk with a laptop, lamp and brushes and other art utensils scattered everywhere. A bed with a night stand next to it with a picture of Ash and her best friend Beth who died when everything happened on top of it. And a bookshelf filled with sketchbooks, books and a few small action figures and stuffed animals that sat on the shelves. The lights turn off. Ash throws herself backward onto her bed and looks to the side at the picture frame, then takes it up. She holds it up over her with a sad look in her eyes, then places it on her stomach looking up at the ceiling and with a tear running down the side of her face, she closes her eyes. Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.

 home sweet home

    Chapter 2


    Ash, like the girl in the painting laid on the floor but where flowers covered the girl in the painting with slight movements of their wings, hundreds of light blue butterflies with a gentle glow buried half of her body. Ash wakes up on the floor or a strange but fumier place¨Cthen she remembered. The digital clock on the nightstand with the time 6:25am on its screen¨Cthe blue faded but light orange color you see on mornings lighting up the room. It was her room from back before everything happened with everything right where she left it, the way she left it. ¡°Am i dreaming,¡± she said as she turned to the side, then she saw it¨Cher reflection in the mirror attached to the dresser. Her clothes¨Cthey were different from what she went to sleep in. Ash looked  from the mirror and down at the T-shirt she was wearing. She remembered wearing it before. Ash looked over to the door and walked over to it¨Copened it and walked through without closing the door behind her. Though she  didn''t notice it, a butterfly on the wall right above the window¨Clight blue wings with a gentle glow. Ash slowly walked down the stairs with the sound of muffled voices in the distance. ¡°What did I say about using your phone at the table,¡± said Noah, her Uncle ? ¡°What did I say about you getting a real job,¡± said penny? Ash stude there frozen in the doorway. ¡°Good morning, I was about to send a penny to go wake you up, your breakfast is on the table.¡± Ash stood there frozen in the doorway, not knowing what to do or even  what was happening. What are you waiting for? It''s getting cold, said uncle Noah. Ash hesitantly walked over to the table and sat down in front of a plate of pancakes. They both started speaking at the same time¨CNoah about this article he was writing, ¡°so apparently there are 41 species of cats out there in total of which most common are¡­.¡± and Penny, something about one of her friends, ¡°I wonder what Skyler''s up to.¡° A slight ringing sound in her ears¨Cso overwhelmed her vision went somewhat blurry. Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings.