He now had white wings, and his hand slowly reached out to me, ready to take me from this world.
I felt bad that I would die and leave the others.
Die the same way Gabriel did and leave poor Mother behind.
Yet, at this very moment, I felt at peace, knowing I truly ended the cycle.
Maybe my death would finally end the bullying?
Maybe it would let people finally realize the problem happening behind closed doors and for teachers to take more precautions in watching their students for changes in behavior.
My death could start a revolution of change and that thought made me somewhat happy.
But before my eyes closed and my mind accepted the darkness, the image changed.
Red eyes with black magic circles in them locked onto mine and the last thought I had was that Nixon would hate me for not having one last nap in his arms.
BROKEN RESOLVE AND SURVIVAL
"WEEE!" I ran up to Father's grave, going to my knees and pressing my little hands on the marble stone. "Hey, Daddy! Gabriel and I came to visit."
A part of my mind told me this was a memory but it felt so real, and I wanted to enjoy every second of it. I didn't get to visit Father's grave as often as I would have liked. If I had my wish, I'd visit him every single day so he wouldn't be lonely.
"Hey Dad," Gabriel called.
I looked up to see him smiling down at me, with flowers in his hand.
I rose, quickly dusting my hands off to make sure they were clean before reaching out for the flowers. The bouquet was so pretty and I didn't want to get them dirty.
Dad deserved clean flowers.
Gabriel smiled as he passed me the bundle and I laid it carefully on Father’s grave.
Then I stood and decided to tell him all about my last couple of weeks.
"Daddy, a lot happened since I last came here. I go to school now. A magic school. I have really nice friends. Well…actually, I think I love each of them, but I haven't decided who I like more. It's like they ALL have a part of my heart and I think things could work out nicely! Oh, Miss Landsford was there and Mommy's getting better. She's taking this medication Logan's family helped make and she remembers me now!" I exclaimed, unsure where these memories were coming from.
They felt like something I experienced later in life, not now as a six-year-old, but I wanted him to know.
"Anyways, Gabriel's exams are next week so you have to wish him good luck, okay?!" I smiled. "I love you."
"That was an interesting recap." Gabriel chuckled
I pouted at him.
"It was brilliant," I put my hands on my hips for emphasis.
He bent down and picked me up. I giggled, giving him a tight hug.
"It was Jewel. Sadly, you have to go now,” he whispered.
"I have to go? Why?" I pulled back to frown at him.
He gave me a sad look.
"You don't belong on this side."
"This side? Why not? You're here," I pointed out, confused by his words.