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Chapter1-Goodbye—Claire's Pov
I was six. I was six, and my Daddy had just been sleeping in a big, wooden box. My Momma was crying in a pew, we were in a church. Everyone was in black. Everybody looked sad.
I don't know why.
People were lining up to see my Daddy in the box. Usually, when my family sees someone sleeping, they smile at them. Now when they look at daddy they get sadder.
I don't know why.
I lined up, wanting to see why everyone wanted to see daddy so much, and why he made him or her sad just by being asleep.
Quil, a family friend who always likes to hang around me, even though I'm the most boring six-year-old ever, lined up next to me and took my hand. I looked at him.
He was wearing a black tux with a white tie and a black rose pined to the tie. He looked really pretty. I think he looked like a movie star. I looked at the black dress momma had put me in. It didn't make me look pretty, only normal. I always wore black dresses. But at least it was fancy.
I leaned towards him and gave his hand a tug; he knew that meant that I wanted to tell him something, so he leaned down till his hair tickled my nose. Which was a very far way to lean down for him.
"Why is everybody sad? And why is Daddy sleeping in a box? Won't he wake up with the music playing?" I whispered, as always. I never talk in a normal tone. I can't stand loud noises. They hurt my ears too much. I can only stand loud music, because my big brother plays in a band in our garage.
Quil looked down at me and made that blowing-out-a-heavy-breath-noise, (I don't know what it's called yet.) (And for you guys who don't know what I meant by that, it was a sigh. She's a six-year-old okay? I wanted to make her sound six.)
"Has your Mom spoken to you at all today?" He asked.
"Yes, but only to wake me up." I whispered.
"Okay, she'll tell you when we sit down." Poor Clairadee. I could hear him think. I knew it was a thought because it was a soft whisper, all thoughts were.
I nodded my head once, then turned back to the line. I saw that we were up in line, and I looked at daddy. He was in a tux like Quil was; only he was asleep.
I just looked at him and quietly whispered. "Hello, Daddy. Sleep well. I love you." I always said that to Momma and Daddy when they went to sleep. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. I always did that, too.
I took Quil's hand again and went to the isle where Momma was. "Momma, why are you crying?" She looked up from her hands and at me. Then she looked at Quil.
"Honey, I should tell you something." She said.
"Daddy's going to be asleep forever. He's not going to ever wake up. He's going to be buried in the ground outside and stay there. He's dead. That's what 'asleep forever' means. Death." After he little speech I just starred at her. Was she really that stupid? She probably never even tried waking him up. If she's not then I am.
I climbed off the seat on the pew, and went up the isle. Everyone had stopped looking at Daddy and had started to look at me. I just went up to my Daddy's box, and reached in to hold his hand. I grabbed it. I searched his mind for dreams, any stray thoughts, none.
I looked back all around me. I could read all their thoughts. Even the old guy in the back who was asleep had some sign of thoughts and life. Daddy didn't even have one thought.
His hand was so cold under mine. I moved from it and starred at his face. I took his shoulders. I shook them as hard as I could. He didn't move. I leaned towards his ear and whispered the song that he had taught to me. He always woke up for me to sing. Just him, singing and me.
"Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Black bird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
all your life
you were only waiting for this moment to be free
Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise, oh
You were only waiting for this moment to arise, oh
You were only waiting for this moment to arise"
I had started to cry, he hadn't even budged. He wouldn't wake up. Not even for a song. He's dead. Poor girl. I'm so sorry for her. The thoughts of everyone in the building hit me hard. He was dead, Daddy was gone forever. Nobody even heard the song.
I decided to do what would have been a good thing. What he would have wanted. I leaned closer and kissed him on the cheek a second time. "Goodbye, Daddy. I love you. I'll never forget our song. I'll never forget you." I turned around taking a last look at my Daddy in his wooden box of a bed. Then I turned to everyone else. I had spoken in a normal tone, although it hurt my ears, I just wanted for him to hear it. Somehow.
I walked back to the isle with my Momma and Quil in it. I sat down and lean on Momma's shoulder. She hugged me and didn't let go. I could feel her tears fall onto my hair.
The funeral began and so did all the crazy stories of my Daddy. By now my tears were gone. Not Momma's.
When it was time to go outside to see them burry Daddy, the priest came up to me and asked me to sing a song again for everyone to hear. I said okay.
So I sang it, but a different one, one where a lot of people knew it, I knew I wanted to keep Blackbird a secret song just between Daddy and me.
I dang then watched as they lowered Daddy into the ground. A single tear fell and landed on the rose that I was supposed to put on the dirt.
Quil came up to me after everything was over. He said he had to be moving and was only going to see me on Holidays, summer, and once every two months. I said goodbye to him and went home.
I knew he wasn't really going. I could see his guilt of being a dangerous werewolf and a plot of looking after me from a distance and in disguise.
Nobody knew that I could read minds. Nobody looked as if they cared if they did. So I hid it.
All right guys, yes Claire is a mind reader. No, she's not a vampire, just a physic.