| I opened my eyes and turned to Andrew as the music faded." Yes she is," I said, smiling. "Shall we go?" Andrew nodded and we began walking off the beach slowly. We didn't say anything to one another, but we both knew what we were feeling right then and there, serene. A few moments later, we were at the library, a place where we spend most of our time, our home. I smiled at Andrew before walking away from him. I wandered around for awhile listening to the various thoughts of the humans. I soon found a blind man reading to himself. I sat down across from him and listened to him read. It's strange that such a simple thing as reading could attract so many different kinds of humans. I suppose the library is a good place to go clear your mind. I guess that's one of the many reason why we, us Messengers, spend so much time here. You can hear so many things and most of them different. Humans are strange that way. They all believe they are so different from one another, but really, the person sitting next to them isn't much different from them. They sometimes even have the same problem. Another strange thing about them is that not one of them solve a problem the same way. They always solve it differently. The conclusion I come to is that....humans are complicated creatures. I glanced up from the table top I had been staring at and noticed the entire library was empty. It closed at ten. I faced the clock on the wall and saw it was two-thirty-five AM. I smiled to myself and left the library to search for a late working human. The next morning at around ten-thirty, I got a message. A message is something you feel when someone near you is going to die. It only happens, though, if the person has a pure heart. this man had a pure heart and I could feel it giving out. I immediately went to the man. He was in the hospital the little girl had passed on in, but not in the same room. He happened to be receiving heart surgery that day and the doctor had just sewn him back up. The doctor had black hair and deep blue eyes from what I could see. His two assistants were women. One had brown hair with blue streaks and blue eyes the same color as the streaks. The other had black hair and very unique violet eyes. I saw a redheaded woman walk in and whisper into the ear of the doctor. It went unnoticed by the assistants who were currently cleaning up. I heard it though. 'You have a phone call on line one, Darien,' she had said. The doctor, Darien, had left to receive his phone call. A few seconds later, the assistants looked up when the heart monitor went on the blink. I looked down to the patient on the table and sighed, knowing it was time. I glanced up at the doctor when he rushed back in. He put on his face mask saying something about three hundred volts and establish the heart rhythm. I looked at him blankly before turning my gaze back to the man lying on the table. I reached out my hand and touched the sleeping man's stiff arm. "We're going to have to open him back up," Darien muttered, grabbing the clean scalpel from the hands of the brown-haired assistant. I glanced up from the sleeping to the doctor and what he was doing. He had the man's heart in his hands and was massaging it to a steady tempo. "We're losing him...," the black-haired girl said struggling to keep the chest open. "He's not going anywhere," the doctor said looking up. I also looked up at that time and my eyes met his. My heart stopped in my chest and the world stopped for a brief moment. At least, it did for me. His ocean blue eyes were clouded with confusion and determination. He wasn't giving up and he knew he was fighting against it. It being fate. He then seemed to dawn on the idea that matters weren't in his own hands. Time restored itself to its normal pace when he looked away with hurt and frustration evident. My eyes widened tremendously as I suddenly wondered if he actually saw me or it was an illusion only I seemed to notice. I didn't have time to think it over now. It would have to wait until later because right now I had a job to do. The man's spirit stood next to me looking through the window at his own body. He saw the doctor kneading his heart and listened to him call his name in vain. I turned to the man with much struggle to take my eyes off the mysterious doctor. I took the man's hand in my own and led him down the hall with me towards that light. I regrettably left the doctor and walked slightly faster than usual to the light before us. "Can I ask you something?" I started with my usually question. "Yes, of course," he answered. "What was the best thing?" I asked. "...I," he paused, thinking. "Kali...my daughter..." When I returned tot he world as you know it, I found the man I was looking for standing before a weeping woman. I believed her to be a loved one of the man I just took. He again apologized for the third time since I got there, but this time hugged the woman who squeezed him equal as tight. I looked at the others in the room and discovered that she, the woman, must be here alone. How must it feel like to give news to other people who you know loved the lost one? I turned back to where the Darien had been standing before I looked away. He was gone and I noticed out of the corner of my eye, him walking in the emergency exit staircase. I decided to follow not too soon afterwards. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~ Thank you for reading. Review or e-mail please!! [email protected] |
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