It's A Gift
I sit outside in the sunlight, my fingers trailing over my braille version of "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows". Tear streaks mar my face as Fred Weasley dies and Percy sprawls across his dead brothers body. How is George going to continue being funny without his twin? How is he going to be complete again? What about his joke shop? With every emotion that Harry Potter feels, I feel as well. I've always been able to do that, be the character experiencing the adventure, and feelings.
It's a gift, and a curse. Just like my sight, or lack there of. Without my sight, I do not have to see the horrible sights, and horrors of the world, but I also do not get to see the wander and the greatness of it either.
"Hey, Honica, right?" I look up to the sound of the voice and nod my head once. "I'm Charlie, your neighbor?"
"Yes," I acknowledge. "Your mother is a very nice woman."
"Er, thanks," he says awkwardly. "Speaking of my mom, she told me to invite you over, have some cookies and milk or something."
"When?"
"Urm, now?"
"You're not very sure of yourself, are you?" I ask airily as I stand up, closing my book with it's bookmark in place. "Mother, I'm going over to Janes house!" I shout inside. "Well, let's go then. Walk forward, I'll follow the sound of your feat hitting pavement."
Charlie begins to walk forward, and being very careful, I follow along after him. When we walk into his house, I feel Jane's arms wrap around me in a hug. I tense up, not used to her touch.
"Onica! Very glad that you could make it! I can call you Onica, can't I? Honica is a bit of a mouth full with my accent."
"It's fine, you may call me Onica. Most people do anyway."
"Great! Well, you can sit here on the couch and I will bring out the freshly baked chocolate chip cookies I have made...I," Charlie interrupts her.
"As amused as I am, mom, Amy is coming over, I'm going up stairs. If Ed decides to drop by, I'm not here." He stomps up the stairs and disappears. Jane watches him go and shakes her head, mumbling about teenage boys. I stay over that the Brewsters for a long time, before Jane realizes that it's getting dark. I grown in irritation. It's night time, which means Jerry is probably outside.
"Let me walk you home, dear," Jane offers. I nod, not wanting to be out alone and having to find my own way. She leads me out the door but suddenly stops. "Hey, Jarry!" She greets.
" , Miss Honica," I feel his cold black eyes burning into my skull and I glare into nothingness. I've never hated someones voice as much as I hate Jerry Dandrige's.
"Jane, can we please just take me home? I'm really tired."
"Oh, but we can stop and say hello, can't we?"
"MOM!" Comes Charlies voice from the house. Jane sighs. Probably wanting food. He's a man after all.
"Why don't you go take care of you boy, Jane, I'll take miss Honica home," Jerry asks. My eyes widen and my stomach drops.
"Oh no, I'm sure I can manage.."
"Honica, you can't even tell how far away from your house we are at the moment," the woman protests. "Jerry, thank you, goodnight to the both of you."
And then she skips inside. I don't even hear Jerry as he approaches, but I feel the coldness. I quickly begin walking in a random direction, hoping that he will magically go away and I will find my way home.
"Why so afraid, miss Honica?" He drawls.
"I know what you are. Only a fool wouldn't be afraid."
"Hmm, true. But would it help to tell you that you are about to hit a parked car?" I stop in my tracks as his cold hand takes a hold of my arm. Against my will, I let him lead the way to what I hope is my own house. "Don't worry, we are at your house," he says as if reading my mind. "Tell me Honica, what am I?"
"You are not a demon, nor a do not have a soul, or life, nor are you completely dead. You are a lost corpse. Damned eternally."
"Well, I've been called many things, corpse, I haven't heard in a long time," he chuckles. "How did you figure it out so quickly?"
"My senses, besides my sight are very good. My logic as well. I can sense the evil on you. Smell the death and blood on your breath. Feel the coldness of your touch, and hear the cruelness in your voice."
"Very observant of you. Better be careful with that, if I were you."
"Is that a threat?" I hiss. He bends down to whisper in my ear, making shivers run down my spine.
"No sweetheart, that's a promise." Just as he stands up strait the door flings open.
"Honica? Oh, I was getting worried, that's you Jerry for taking her home. It's time for dinner."
"Not at all, Marhia." I hear Jerry turn on his heal and silently walk off. Thank you, mom.
Sorry for my belated updating, and for it being short. I haven't seen the movie in such a long time, so please forgive me for all the errors on the characters behavior and such. Reviews are like a good pizza, you can't live without it! Thank you all for the kind reviews in the few chapters that I have on here! I am open to suggestions in reviews, and in PM, although reviews are much faster! Please, it only takes a few minutes!
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