Starry Night by Justin Lee (recommended ebook reader .TXT) 📖

Made by: Justin Lee [Inspiration: I was I Was Part of the Queen’s Guard in England] For: Abby Luna, Tylor Misner

Starry Night

It was morning, and thus started my usual routine of being a farmer, in the middle of the dustbowl, going out mid-day, trying to toil the dirt, even though there wasn’t even much then. But today, my days were going to change for the worse. I has a call coming in, *Ring Ring*. Of course I didn’t answer, because all that were calling nowadays were telemarketers, or scammers, so I ignored it. “Daddy! Telephone! They say it’s important!” That was my daughter, Tia, and now Tia was a smart young girl, she knew many things that many kids I met her age never knew, hell, she even knew more than me at that age. “Hello? Yes he is outside, wait… How do you know my name? Oh, yes, I’ll go get him.”

*Tia’s Perspective*

Ugh, gotta go get my dad again, but I wonder who that was on the phone, she sounded nice, but she was also really mean, and what was that about knowing my name? I should just forget about it. “Dad!” I called out, but no answer. Where is he? That was when I saw a figure in the distance. It was my dad, “Dad they want to talk to you.” And then when I came up to him, I tapped his shoulder. And then he turned around so quickly I swear that he teleported, his eyes were glassed over, all white, and his skin was so pale you could clearly see his veins, and he was saying something that I couldn’t quite make out until he leaned into my ear, he whispered, “Tia will meet Rosalia, and Rosalia will kill Tia.” Then he had collapsed in my arms.

*Dad’s Perspective*

I woke to Tia next to me in the house. She was crying, the last thing I remember was when Tia called for me, nothing else. “Tia.” She looked up, tears falling down her cheeks. “Dad, what do you remember?” And I was confused, did I do something, did I have a seizure, passed out? “I remember being in the field, and then you called my name, that’s it. What did I say?” She looked up at me, the tears not falling still, and she said: “You said” Tia will meet Rosalia, and Rosalia will kill Tia.” I looked down at her, wondering what that meant, and in that moment, I too, cried, and saw what she saw, through my own eyes.

*Tia’s Perspective*

Later that day we slept, I barely managed to sleep, but then he came and told me that, we will be careful, and that the weather will keep anybody from coming to our house, especially someone named Rosalia. To be honest that cheered me up, and I took my daddy’s word for it. Then a call happened, *Ring Ring*, I Ignored it, knowing that it’s the women I hung up on earlier, looking for my father, I told her to call me tomorrow. *Ring Ring* It came again, and then, as if she had given up, it stopped, and then I heard my father’s voice: “Hello? Yes, you need to speak to my daughter? Tell me, what is it that is so important? Is it her grades in school? No? Then what is it, fine then, I’ll let you talk to her, but only in the morning. No you will not speak to her now, she is asleep, fine, goodbye.” I wonder who it is, and what they need.

*6:00 AM*

*Tia’s Perspective*

I wake up to my dad downstairs, drinking coffee, he wakes up pretty early, and he barely even works the fields. “Tia,” He says, “There was a call for you, and she wants to speak to you.” I was confused, “Where is the phone? Can I call them now?” He hesitates before saying “The phone is on the counter, and yes you can, they really want to talk to you.” I walk over to the phone, “What’s the number dad?” “Tia, its 1-720-119-1212,” So I dial the number, and after 3 rings it answers, “Hello? Tia?” “Yes it’s me, who are you?” “My name is Rosalia, and you are Tia.” My eye’s bulge in shock, “And you will die now.” I feel as though hands clutch my chest, and I have difficulty breathing, I collapse on the floor, and then the pain eases, my dad rushes toward me, a look of worry on his face, and he holds me in his arms, he is saying something, but I can’t hear it well, like if I'm underwater, and then he is asking what it feels like, “Dad, I ask you two things. Only two.” He nods his head in agreement. “The first is that you listen.” I feel tears in my eyes, and I let them fall. “I always thought that death would be painful, but I only feel weak, and I always wondered what my role was, what was my purpose? Today I realized, my purpose was to be a great daughter, to a wonderful dad. The second one is to leave me, because no father deserves to see their daughter die.” He looks at me, and nods his head no, “No, I do not deserve to see my daughter die, but my daughter does not deserve to die alone.” And so he holds me closer to him, and I use the last of my strength to lift my arms around his head. “I’m Sorry, for all I’ve done.” “No Tia, I should be the one who is sorry, as I didn’t leave you.” “Thank you. Dad.”

There was one “Easter Egg” kinda, as the numbers 11-9-12-12 are number versions of K.I.L.L.

Let me know over E-mail what you thought!

E-mail: Skyjester77@outlook.com

Publication Date: 04-29-2015

All Rights Reserved