Next thing I knew, I was standing on the other side of the intersection. I turned around and faced the extremely busy intersection and I saw there was a whooping crane running back and forth across the street. I don�t know how, and I don�t know why, but I knew something bad was going to happen to the crane and an intense, indescribable fear took over me. I had to find Bob. I knew that he�d know what to do. I spun around looking for Bob, but Bob had abandoned me again. I couldn�t find him anywhere, I was in despair.
I glanced at the crane again, when a car passed and temporarily blocked my view of it. Once the car was gone the crane wasn�t a crane any more! It was now a person, and a person that I recognized. But who? And so there, the once crane now man, stood. The crane-man begun to flap his arms about, as if they were wings. Then he started doing a slow motion impersonation of the crane. Another car passed by and the crane-man turned into a magpie! The magpie-crane-man flew up into the air and a big green SUV came roaring up from the right hand side and hit the bird in the legs. In a flurry of blue-black and white feathers, the bird flew up into the air and then crashed down to the pavement.
I wanted to scream for Bob, but I just ran. I was terrified, and I didn�t know why. When I reached the pavement where the magpie-crane-man was, it was lying in a pool of its own blood. And just a few feet away from its body, was his two legs, in neat little bloody pile. I sensed movement out of the corner of my eye, so I slowly turned my head around to look at the bird. he had some how managed to get himself up onto his bloody stubs and was walking around.
I felt a deep sorrow then. Not only because the bird was hurt, but I knew deep down inside I could�ve helped the magpie-crane-man some how. I don�t know though. I don�t know anything. I�m so stupid. I hate myself and what I�ve
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done. But what have I done? I don�t know. I wish I knew. I wish I wasn�t so stupid. I wish I knew something, anything. I wish I would just die. I wish I was the magpie. Maybe if it were me, I would�ve died. I wish I could just close my eyes and be with Bob forever. God how I hate myself (and what I�ve become).
I wake up. Cold, alone and frightened. But I can find warmth and comfort with Bob. When Bob comes I feel safe. As if I�m at home again, in my kitchen. With my mommy, making chocolate chip cookies for me. Bob comes and envelops me in his light. I feel as if Back in that sunny kitchen. Safe and warm, smelling of fresh baked bread. With my mommy close to me. Or I�m back at that beach, with it�s soft sand and lucent sunshine. Bob is here and we�re going somewhere today. He says today he�s taking me somewhere very special. I can hardly wait.
I am on the water and Bob is with me. We are both on jet-skis. It�s sunset and the sky is beautiful mess of purple, yellow and orange. There were others around us, some with jet-skis too. I see a beautiful girl. She has brown, almond shaped eyes. Soft features, full, pouting lips. The wind gently tosses her long, silky black hair. I am lost in those eyes as she slowly glances at me. I feel a stirring. And than, as if I didn�t think she could become more beautiful, she smiles. Than I feel the cold splash as I fall into the water. Bob helps me back up, he�s always there for me. I quickly get back up, trying to look for her again. But she is gone, everyone is. I do not understand, but Bob reassures me that everything is ok.
Now we are one the shore. I am surrounded by people again. There was a man with a beard standing in front of us. It seemed like he was counting something. I decided he was doing a head count, but I couldn�t figure why. As he got to me, he gave me a dirty look and screamed out something about me being a witch. I just froze. I was looking for Bob, hoping he would be able to help me. Yet again, he was nowhere to be found. The man throws a handful of this chalky dust at me. I run away and hide in a little ditch under a bush. I look around and see others. Their faces are also covered in the dust that the man threw at me. I can just stare at them blankly. They�re only response is the same cold stare. I must leave.