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To journey into our paranoid thoughts and feelings without getting significantly paranoid is basic sanity in the courageous crunch. To go into our madness without becoming unhinged is a sign of relatively advanced development. To enter our pain without turning it into suffering is a gift to all beings. To pass into our lovelessness without losing heart is a great art, out of which healing cannot help but arise. To move into the Unknown without having to know what's going to happen once we're "there" is real freedom in the making. The way toward basic sanity is not that of rising above, trying to transcend, marginalizing, or otherwise avoiding our insanity, but rather that of going into and through our insanity, letting all that arises, however hellish or scary, awaken us to who and what we really are.
~Robert Augustus Masters
I used to sit and lay in her room. The cat's hair attacked my senses, the dust caked itself on every picture frame. Even the glass cup that sat on the corner of the large marble counter. And, the large Jesus picture over the lager king bed which would stare down at me. Grandma the model in her youth would send sweet words and old sticky candies my way.
She had really bad memory though, would forget my name or the day of the week. But, she never forgot the names of not one of her old record players or her good by trade mark saying 'never take wooden nickels.' She also never forgot to tell me life was like a story and god was the author.
She would give us toys on Christmas and food on thanks giving even though she could barely talk anymore or barely walk, she was wise and very kind. I remember how she loved birds, mostly owls. She loved their eyes that seemed to look inside of you. The pillow she used to place on the ground to cushion her feet now that I think about is used to look like moons. They were soft just like her hair peppered with salt. Her kisses were soft too and messy but, they would bring smiles to my face.
I used to roll in her dusty room on her large bed and look at the glistening mahogany bed frame just like the windows on the car door. And, that's where I was when it happened, in the car. One of my cousins told me that she left me that she left all of us. I frowned him and told him never to make up horrible stuff like that again.
It wasn't until I was behind the closed doors of my father's room did I realize the gravity of it all. The tears that burned my eyes were absolutely maddening. I ran in to my own room not forgetting to slam the door and screamed. Then I screamed again. I cried kicked the bed punched the wall then collapsed.
Curled in a ball I wept my sister came into the room, and placed gentle small hands on my shoulder and sweet words as consoling. Next thing I knew I was clad in black. Sitting squished in to a small church. No one wanted to show their tears but, I wasn't afraid. I sat in the isle and cried a loud cry filled with pain.
I walked up to her new bed her final resting place. A red rose sat itself in her salt and pepper hair and a white lily perched in her arms. There was no such thing as a never ending story.
And, so this is where my story begins even if eventually.
It'll fade and come crashing down on me.
Hinata!
Large pearly white eyes opened up to the world cautiously. Her nimble finger reached out to her sides but was restricted by a leathery surface. And for a moment shock filled her like water pouring into a cup.
And, then it spilled out.
She was in her Father's car. Her legs were draped across her sleeping sister's thighs. Hanabi's head lolled from side to side on the headrest of the seat. Looking up she realized that her head was resting on Neji's thigh as he stared down at her no longer looking out of the window.
"Did you wake me Neji?"
"No. Must have been a dream." And turning back around, he stared out the window once again. That was weird she was absolutely sure that someone had called out to her. Placing a hand on Neji's leg Hinata pushed herself up and removed her legs off her sister.
Hanabi stirred and opened up half lidded eyes to give an un-heartfelt glare at her before falling back to sleep. Catching Haishi's eyes in the rearview Hinata turned away shyly. Hinata looked over back at Neji who glanced at her through the reflection in the window before turning back to look through the glass.
Hinata! Where are you?
Shuddering Hinata rubbed her arms. The voice she heard had such a deep husky resonance. It was freighting at how possessive and powerful it sounded. Was she just tired? But, why would she hear such a… powerful voice cry out for her? Scooting closer to Neji she rested her head on his shoulder. He briefly turned his gaze away from the scenery and patted her head reassuringly, before he settled to pulling a book from the pocket attached to the back of the front seat. He carelessly flipped through the pages.
Closing her eyes Hinata thought about what was happening. Her grandmother had fallen ill after the death of her mother and now she was gone. Her father knew the house they lived in was too clouded with too many bad and regretful memories for all of their health so they were moving. And, just like that they were packed, loaded into a car and heading to the airport to return to Japan.
Sure she had gone there every summer to reconnect with family. But, now living there made her stomach churn. She was leaving her home which her mother and grandmother had both loved. Her school was nice but, the Americans were a little too rough for her taste so that was one thing she wouldn't miss. But, then there were her American/Japanese friends Ino and Naruto, who she would have to wait till summer to see when they came over to Japan.
Please Hinata!
That voice again. Closing her eyes Hinata leaned closer into her Cousins warmth and a wave of calm washed over her blocking out the voice that would occasionally berate her thoughts. The voice wasn't as scary now. No only it was soft and childlike. Her fingers carelessly twiddled with the ends of Neji's hair. The voice was weird almost as if it were trying to piece her together and find the right tone to get her to answer. And for a second the voice sounded like her mothers.
Hello? Hinata are you there?
Half way through the sentence the voice conformed into the one of her grandmothers. Taking a deep breath Hinata ignored.
"Hinata you're pulling my hair." Realizing she was tugging too hard she let go. Neji then opened the door and Hinata realized the car had stopped moving. Turning to Hanabi she jostled the girl slightly until her sister cracked open single eye and groaned. The girl begrudgingly pushed open the door to get out while Hinata settled for scuttling out on the other side where Neji held the door open for her.
Haishi stepped out as well and they entered the lobby.
Hina where are you?!
The voice came back as Hanabi. Shuffling closer to Neji then necessary Hinata clung to his arm. His calm air kept the voices at bay. "Hinata… you've been… clingy is there something wrong?" His steady voice questioned her closeness. "Oh, I've just… been t-thinking about the home and what we left b-behind." It wasn't a total lie. "Don't worry. I know it's hard but, you have to be strong. Ok? Don't let yourself anchor you down. Sitting in that house wouldn't have been good for anyone of us, sorrow is a powerful felling and you can't let it take over you."
Hinata!
Where are you!?
Please no!
The voice grew in range as she neared the passage to board the plane. Hinata involuntarily shrunk into herself and clutched Neji's arm.
Wait Hina!
Don't do this!
Please don't leave!
Hinata where have you gone?
Carefully Hinata untangled herself from Neji and handed the boarding lady her ticket. Neji had already walked through the doors leaving her to stand the and look into the black hallway which would lead her onto the plain. "Hurry up!" An angry blond woman yelled from behind her.
Don't go!
Please you mustn't leave us!
Where are you Hinata?!
Please…please!
Nooo!
Hinata don't leave!
The woman angrily shoved Hinata through the door frame. And, all together Hinata froze. Neji came walking back down the hall and pulled Hinata through the dimly lit hallway. And into their seats. Neji sat in front of her row next to Hanabi. Haishi directly across from the two. A boy silently looked at his seat note and sat down next to Hinata.
Casually he looked over and inspected the girl. But, she sat there back stiff, hands clasped and her face looked drained of color. It must have been her first time in a plane he concluded and turned back around shoving a pair of head phones on his hair. But, in reality that was not the case as three words rang through the girls head.
We warned you!
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