Legacy
Christine
I picked up the pencil absently and began to sketch. I wasn’t quite sure what I was drawing. Something...a vague idea that was somehow very clear in the back of my mind.
A picture emerged on the paper of my science notebook. It was a girl. A very young girl. Only a small child really.
I knew the name of that girl. Karen.
I drew the features carefully and with great detail. On the girl’s hand sat a butterfly.
I realized what I was doing and quickly ripped the picture out of the book. I shoved it into my pocket before my teacher could see it.
What am I doing? I thought. I’ve never drawn anything in my life!
I pushed any thoughts of the picture out of my mind and tried to focus on the teacher’s words.
Two months later...
I shoved my hands in my jeans and was surprised to feel paper beneath my fingers.
I pulled it out hoping to find some long lost money and was disappointed to see that it was only a crumpled folded sheet of notebook paper.
Curiously, I unfolded it and smoothed it out.
It was a picture. A picture of a young girl holding a butterfly in her hand.
I frowned. There was something wrong with this picture.
Unconsciously, my hand reached out and grabbed a pencil.
I erased the girl’s forehead and in its place began to draw. The creature looked like a slug. The size of a rat. I knew what it looked like. I knew it could take away everything I valued, but I trusted it. I trusted her. Aftran.
I drew her in her normal form, not flattened out in the crevices of Karen’s brain, for she had let Karen go.
I wrote one word at the bottom of the page. Peace.
That was what she wanted. That was what I wanted. And we would have it. I was sure of that.
We will have peace.
Legacy: Part Five -Tim
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