Andrea
“Andrea
can you assist me with something?”
Fion’s
voice was soft as it rang through the flat. Andrea set down her journal with
the picture of her and her father before rising to her feet to assist the young
yet diseased man. As she entered the room she noticed him in his wheelchair
pulled up close to the window. He looked pasty, pale, and skeletal; hardly
human at all. His thin hair was pure white and sunken red eyes gazed out of the
window before they flickered to her. As frightening as he looked Andrea got
used to his appearance over time. The room she entered was bare, hardly a
picture upon the wall. Even the wallpaper began to peel from the surface, only
leaving a remnant of dried glue. Other than a bed and a desk with his computer
there was a bookshelf in the corner filled with books on the history of the
world as well as the supernatural. A weak smile appeared upon his lips as he
raised a bone thin hand to beckon to her. Andrea came forward slowly cupping
her hands together.
“Yes
Fion?” she asked quietly.
“Have
you practiced today?”
When
he said practice he had always meant if she had worked on gaining better
control of her abilities. The day she was kidnapped, she discovered she could
call upon birds to do her bidding. She always had a way with them and they were
always drawn to her as a child. The biggest bird she had been able to control
was a raven since she had been training but anything bigger than that was hard
for her. She nodded a little bit.
“I
was able to call a raven today….it talked to me.”
Fion’s
smile broadened a bit.
“That
is very good my dear. Now will you open the window for me slightly? It’s rather
stuffy in here and I am afraid I might break something.”
Andrea
knew how weak Fion was so she nodded and made her way over to the window
opening it just slightly for him. As she did this a small finch bird came to
the window sill chirping slightly. It paused going silent as it looked upon
Andrea with beady black eyes, then flew away. She released a sigh before
heading to the doorway.
“Andrea.”
She
hesitated, glancing back to her care taker. He had a rather hopeful look in his
eyes.
“I
will not give up finding your father. I know how much you miss him.”
It
was true. Fion could sense her emotions. He was a human lie detector. But he
hardly ever scolded her. In fact he showed mercy to her whenever she did
something wrong or broke something by accident. Her father was the same way.
Before she would allow herself to cry at the thought of him she bolted from
Fion’s room to her own and locked herself inside. There, she threw herself onto
her bed gripping onto her pillow and sobbed.
If
it had been anything else she probably wouldn’t have cried. She had trained
herself not to do such but when she thought of her father, her daddy, she would
always tear up. She longed for his big bear hugs, she missed the way his beard
would tickler her face whenever he kissed her head or her cheek. She even
missed the way he scared away the monsters from under her bed. But most of all
she missed hearing his voice whenever he would tell her a story or sing to her.
His voice was deep and gruff but it held such warmth that always made her feel
loved and wanted. He was hardly ever angry with her and even if he did become
angry he would never yell at her but speak to her in a stern tone of voice. How
she missed her daddy. For the first six months she lived with Fion, she cried
every night for him in hopes that he would come rushing through the door to her
aide. But she soon realized that it wouldn’t happen and grew to accept that he
wasn’t coming. It wasn’t his fault she had been kidnapped but if it wasn’t for
Fion she wouldn’t be alive. However she was hurt by the fact that someone else
died in her place. Curling into a ball she continued to weep muttering the
phrase ‘Daddy, I need you’ over and over again.
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