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Night Owl: Singing Canary
Nasya's POV
Bright, fluorescent hospital lights shine into my eyes as I slowly open my heavy lids. Looking around, I see that I moved over to the chairs. My vision starts to clear when I spot a large hand on my thigh. My heart rate speeds up as my eyes travel up to the owner of the hand. The man with the bloody green dress shirt on is looking down at me. I feel my breathing get shallower and I whip my head around, looking for something to hide behind. I find myself facing a tall lady with all black on.
I scramble out of the man's arms and scurry behind the woman. She gives me an awkward side hug and rubs her hand up and down my back. My muscles tense up and my breathing gets heavier.
"Please. Please don't hurt me. I didn't do anything."
I am too busy shaking and pleading that I don't see Caitlin toddling over to me. When her tiny hand rests on mine, I flinch again and close my eyes.
"It's otay, Nasie. It is Gwandpa Gibbs! You know! Fwom the pictuwe! And Auntie Abby, Gwandpa Ducky, Uncle McGwee, and..." She leans in to tell me this part as I start to relax. "...Daddy Tony. The guy that Ima wikes and tells us to call if something goes wong..." She backs up and starts talking out loud again. "...It's otay! And Gwandpa Gibbs say that Ima is hewe! We get to see Ima soon!" Caitlin turns around to look at... Grandpa?... with a smile on her face. It slowly falls as she sees his face and everyone else's faces. "Wight?"
When nobody answers, she turns back to me with tears in her eyes. Her round blue eyes look up at me pleadingly and her bottom lip starts shaking.
"Nasie?" I sigh, push me tears, and crouch down as much as I can. Placing my hand on her cheek, I look straight into her eyes.
"Todo estará bien, mi mariposa pequeña."* I smile sadly at her as a tear of relief, fear, sadness, and brokenness trails down my face. Her little cheeks are soaked with tears as she leans into me. I wrap my arms around her and comb her hair with my fingers.
"Qu'est-il arrivé à maman? Pourquoi ne pouvons-nous pas voir son?"** My heart breaks for her as she asks me why she can't see Ima. I try to come up with a good answer that won't break her heart. Just when I am about to open my mouth, someone taps me on the shoulder.
I tighten my grip on Caitlin and stiffen all of my muscles. Squeezing my eyes tight, flashbacks start swirling around in my head. My breathing gets shallower and Caitlin's almost silent sniffles are overpowered by their voices.
"Worthless piece of..."
"...a broken, disgusting..."
"...witch who wants..."
"...her mother to..."
"...be here, instead..."
"...of her!"
Segments of their sentences collide in my head. I am suffering in my thoughts when a female voice breaks through my barrier.
"No. It can't be... Can it... But we would have known..." I hear her gasp. "Oh. Oh no."
Her mumbling gets interrupted by a gruff voice.
"Abs. What are you talking about?"
"I need my laptop."
I hear boots clomp swiftly down the hallway. At this time, my legs decided to give out on me. A strangled cry comes out of my mouth as I land on my leg wrong and the plastic twists the wrong way. My pant leg comes up on my right side, showing the metal contraption that I call my leg. Splotches of blackened skin on each leg can be seen with metal compressor boots on them. Wires and metal tubes weave in and out of each other, connecting the sensors on my hips to my knees and feet. The sensors tell my knees to bend and my feet to move. The left leg is better shape than the right one so crutches can be used every once and awhile, but usually, it is a wheelchair for this girl here.
Gasps go around the room as the sound of someone running and out of breath fills my ears. Someone's body dropping into a chair and the typing of a keyboard quickly replaces the other sounds.
"Ah-ha! I found it!"
I open my eyes to find a computer in front of my face. Moving my legs to get to a more comfortable position, I see everybody else starting to sit around me and Cait. I set Cait on my lap and wait to someone to press play on my black screen that YouTube is showing us now. After a chair is moved up by us for Grandpa Ducky, as Caity would say, a black painted fingernail comes from my left and presses play. A familiar song comes on and a silhouette of a ballet dancer appears on the screen.
I remember tears streaming down your face
When I said, "I'll never let you go"
I shake my head a bit and nuzzle my head into Caity's soft hair when I realize what it is.
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone"
The dancer slowly made their way across the stage that was showing a school setting. Three bigger figures came in on stage left and surrounded the dancer. Slow but fierce dancing soon showed the girl being taken to stage right while the school setting was swiftly taken off.
But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight
After being roughly thrown on the ground, the dancer inched up on their knees and gracefully thrashed around, interpreting a struggle. The bigger figures were throwing fake kicks and punches towards the main dancer.
Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound
Don't you dare look out your window, darling,
Everything's on fire
The war outside our door keeps raging on
Hold onto this lullaby
Even when the music's gone
Gone
Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound
This went on for a while until suddenly the bigger figures picked up an "unconscious" dancer and placed the them on the first step going off the stage.
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
The bigger figures picked up shovel like props and acted like dirt was being thrown on top of the dancer. Soon after they left, the lights came up showing a dead, bloodied-face girl.
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
Suddenly, the girl gasps, lifting her upper body off the ground. Heavy breathing emits from the girl as she realizes the end is near. Surprisingly, as the lights start to fade again, many figures appear stage right.
Just close your eyes
You'll be alright
Come morning light,
You and I'll be safe and sound...
They look as if they are searching for something. You see a person standing over the girl. They turn around and wave to the other people in the group.
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh oh oh. [x7]
Again, shovel like props come out and soon you see the girl being lifted out of the ground and hugged by a petite woman. The music fades out as the girl is being carried away by the woman and the group of people.
Lights come up on the music hall and you hear an GMA reporter start to speak.
"That there was a reenactment of what Naysa Maja, a fifteen year old, went through during her kidnapping. This young woman captured American hearts when she was reported missing three months ago. As you know, news spread like wildfire and many of the American people came together to find her and bring solace to her single mother and four year old sister. Naysa was found a week ago buried alive..."
The black fingernail pushed the pause button on the video. Tears were silently streaming down my face by this time and my face was completely buried in Caity's hair. Caity, being my sweet innocent little baby sister, is playing with her Rapunzel doll and Pascel stuffed animal. A watery smile appears on my face as I kiss her forehead.
I feel a rough calloused hand on my shoulder and I momentarily freeze. Looking up to meet Grandpa Gibbs' eyes, I see tears shining in his eyes. He nods his head up and to the side, motioning for me to look up. Standing in front of our group is a man dressed in blue scrubs and a white "lab coat".
"Family of Ziva David?"
A.N. I hope you guys liked this installment! It was interesting and fun to write for you all! Love you guys lots! God Bless!
Song- Safe & Sound by Taylor Swift (I don't own this song!)
*Everything will be fine, my little butterfly.
**What happened to Mom? Why can we not see her?