March 9th, 2014 , three months ago.
It was a normal Sunday morning. Mom was making breakfast. My brother, Brendan, who's 8, is playing with his toys. I decided to take a glance at the TV. Usually in the morning I never look up from my phone, so it was odd that I did.
This is a truly bizarre story, at 17:20 UTC, or 1:20 in Malaysia, Malaysian Airlines 370 to Beijing carrying 227 passengers and 12 crew members went lost contact with air traffic control. Seven hours later, the Boeing 777 is missing. There are no signs of it anywhere. Searches began last night, and have turned up nothing.
For most people this is just a random, bizarre incident. For me, this was the moment that changed my life...
Part 1
My name is Mikayla Roman, 14 years old, up until early March, my life was relatively normal. I had my mom, Marisa, my brother, Brendan, and My dad, Micheal. I had an ideal life, live in a large subdivision, my best friend, Christina, Im sorta tomboyish, and I'm very good in softball, have a new iPhone, which I love, my grades... they aren't the best, 'cause I slack off a bit. My dad worked internationally, he was in Malaysia at one of his company's factories. My mom is a nurse at the local hospital. My brother... he's just stupid.
But now...
Things are different.
My Dad... he's gone.
The news people and investigators have told us to start assuming the worst. I'm devastated, however, sometimes, I feel like there is a sliver of hope, just a sliver, I can still hang on to. I wouldn't say I was clinically depressed, but I was pretty bad. Thrown down in bed, after sobbing like a maniac. My mother and brother haven't taken it well at all, either. On the bright side, you could say he's still alive, that's the hope I still have in me.
I had been lying in bed a while, and I... well had started to hear a voice in my head. It wasn't my voice, but it sounded like a kid, not really a boy or a girl, though, just a child. I looked up and around, was someone there? Yes, there was.
It looked like an animal, not one I've ever seen, maybe I've just not been paying attention in Biology. It looked sort of like a cat, white and soft looking, with red eyes, almost like a rabbit. It jumped on my bed, and walked around me. I stroked it, almost instinctively. It was soft, and very... relaxing.
I heard the voice again.
Hello, my name is Kyubey, the messenger of Magic!
It was the cat, it talked, but it didn't move it's mouth, it just smiled.
I was speechless.
I find girls like you and offer them wishes, and in return they become magical girls and fight nightmares! Your name is Mikayla Roman, right? , it tilted it's head when it asked the question.
Y-yes , I managed to blurt out.
W-what's a 'magical girl'? I asked it.
Magical girls are girls who make contracts with me, they receive magical powers and must fight nightmares, the abominations of despair! All you have to do is make a wish! it responded.
Magic powers, nightmares? I must be dreaming. Sometimes I prefer dreams to real life, so I played along to see what happens
Uhh... sure, I'll make a wish. I wish that my dad was alive still , I had worded this wrong, I wanted him here, not just alive.
I'm sorry Mikayla, I can't bring the dead back to life. he responding with a more frowning face.
This struck me hard. No, I am dreaming, he's not dead, they're still searching, right? Tears started streaming down my face. I went berserk.
No! I want him back Shouting, I picked up the creature and started shaking him back and forth.
Bring him back, bring him back!
My mom, rushed into my room, seeing me seemingly shaking something, she couldn t see.
Mikayla, Mikayla, stop! What are you doing!? she shouted.
The creature was gone. I just sat there with my mouth gaping open, and opened my eyes. I felt and looked like I belonged in an insane asylum. I really didn't want to explain what I was doing, in fear of further complicating the situation, I lied and told her I had a bad dream.
She sat on my bed and told me, Mikayla, I know this is hard for all of us, but I need you to be strong. This is just a bump in life, it'll pass and things will be okay again. Just be strong, keep calm, you know like the picture. she smiled at the end.
She was trying to to reference the keep calm, carry on meme to lighten the mood, I still smile back, anyways. How can I smile with all this chaos?
