Here's a little after taste in achieving 78+ trafficking of you popping in my story! Don't worry. It's not going to be a 70 word intermission; and it takes place during the month of Blu's disappearance. The next chapter will be longer than the last one. Make sure to check out my other stories when I make them and favorite and review. They help me write longer and faster. So enjoy this short and I'll see you next week for the longer chapter! And for those who are/will be confused. This chapter is wrote because of Blu giving Jewel a note book off screen. :)
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Impacts of the Home-front{Journal of Thoughts}
Jewel (First Person Journal)
{First Week: Day One}
It's been three hours since Blu left, and I'm getting worried; he hasn't even gone to the Aviary in a few days. What makes me worried more is that it's the fact that Blu said he'll be back in a hour. The kids are wondering where he's at. Now it's leaving me to wonder why he's taking so long; even after our argument a few days ago? Does he even remember it? He's obviously sick; but when I pitched the thought to him he always dodged the question or told me "Don't worry, I'm fine..." He tried to re assured. I would give him a concern look and tell him how much I love him.
But the thing is. I'm not that convinced he's really fine. Especially now... I think I'm going to look for him. It's the bare I can do.
{First Week: Day Seven}
I'm officially scared.
Scared that he's lying in the middle of the forest either dead or dying. Ate by a carnivore or dead because of the 'virus' he has. No matter how many times I looked; I could always find nothing leading to his trail. Regardless of keen sight or any of the matter. It's strange, on how he can just disappear like that. No evidence that he wasn't taken by force, or left us.
Is there a reason he left us? Or he didn't leave and is probably waiting for the moment to feel better to show back? Like self-exile; he's not coming back. Or is he? I don't know any more...
{Fith Week: Day Seven}
Posters littered the signs and posts of power lines.
Everyone had tried to find Blu; even after it was clear that he's not in the same city probably. I kept looking; every square inch from the last of the jungle to Brazil I didn't stop. I was starting to lose sleep over the matter. The kids aren't oblivious to the ordeal either, they keep alert to when Blu would be home. I hear Carla and Bia talking about him; Tiago just waits for him to come home.
Regardless of Tiago's heritage; he's stopped being the adventurous and only just sits and study the sky. As if Blu would fly from the sun or the stars; which we all knew was impossible but we kept our beaks shut.
{Sixth Week: Day Seven}
Happy 18th Birthday Blu... but by the time I even get to say it; we've lost hope. I haven't; I didn't stop looking and I would look for you until I collapse. For now we're returning to the Amazon in case you happen to be there.
-You probably won't-
It's the thought of you being here's keeping us here at the birdhouse. A picture of you on the front as we sang The American tradition of Happy Birthday. We placed on of the things you left us, a feather, and placed them in a pile of leaves. We then did my tradition of swirling the leaves up into the air in one small tornado. We found a small blood pile in the forest. That's the only reason we're still here in the birdhouse for one last night; is that you could be at the aviary. But I stopped looking there. It's pointless to go there anymore.
I mean, you could be in some bird cage on the other side of this damn planet. No... I shouldn't give my self Ideas for I might actually try to find you there. You won't survive there. It's biologically impossible... but... you survived worst didn't you? Stop it Jewel... I can't give myself ideas anymore.
I might actually do it.
{End of the year: Christmas}
You missed so much, my love. So many things you could've been part of. All of the missed birthdays, all of the missed American traditions, all of the changes and growing pains of our children had. Even the Christmas you talked about every year has etched into our brain. We did you honor by bringing such tradition to our clan. Now as we speak; the Crimson Macaws are exchanging presents with each other. The Spix Macaws are doing the same. They called it "Azul Pena Snow Day." Which means Blue Feather Snow Day.
For some reason; since your gone. Many males have been flirting with me; showing off their colors or tail feathers. It's only natural that I'd be flattered and jump into the first strongest male with the prettiest eyes. But... the thing is... I don';t care about how strong the mate is, I don't care how our chicks would have the best survival chances, I don't care if they could look over our family protectively.
I already have Roberto doing this, and he already knows where my heart 't worry Blu; neither of us tried anything funny. I would never do something like that, especially when your gone. I know I can expect the same from you; but I'm starting to hear of Bird smugglers. Maybe they took you? And placed you into a breeding aspect where you would be hit every time you didn't do it? It's something I don't want to talk about. But me and my brain have to come to the fact of reality; we don't live in a world where everything turns out right in the end.
What am I even saying? I'm fucking going crazy.
{Beginning of the Year}
Crowbar wielding blue bird broke out of the bird kennel in Australia? Sounds like a load of bullshit if you ask me; but it's the only trail I got on finding you. So I'm leaving Roberto in charge of the children while I make the hardest journey of my life. But it's suicide to try and fly from South America to Australia. So going the the United States and to Europe.
Yes, I learned Geometry. When the smartest leave the house, you got to be both the mother and the father you have to learn a thing or five. When you have a year you have some time to spend; I'm starting to sound like you. And when I see you; you're going to be impressed in what one year could change for a family? I'm coming to find you and bring you home.
Even if it kills me.