Chapter two- Start of strange happeningsA Chapter by ~Angelic~“Mommy, I can’t find my tiger….where is he?” Nasya says. Her parents had given her a stuffed white tiger for her 5th birthday. “I don’t know hunny, we’ll go look for it.” Her mother said. Nasya went around the house all day looking for her tiger but she couldn’t find it. “Melinda, Nasya…I’m home!” Jeffery said as he walked through the door. He put his briefcase down on the counter and saw Nasya’s stuffed tiger.
“DADDY!!!!!!!!!!!!” Nasya said running up to him, and jumping up into his arms. He caught her and laughed, but noticed she was crying. “What’s wrong hunny?” “I can’t find my tiger.” She cried. He smiled, “You mean this tiger.” He brought it out from behind his back. She smiled and grabbed the tiger. “You found him, thank you daddy.” He put her down, and she ran off to show her mother. A few minutes later, Melinda came out to greet her husband. “Welcome home hunny. I see you found her tiger.” “Yeah, it was sitting here on the counter.” She smiled and gave him a kiss. He kissed her back, and then had a serious look to his face. “Jeffery, what’s wrong?” “I noticed something when I was holding Nasya.” “What?” “ Her eyes….they change.” She sighed a sigh of relief and smiled at her husband. “Her eyes always been like that. People’s eyes do change depending on how they feel. Its not a big deal.” He looked at her still with a serious face, “Its not that Melinda, I know they change, but its deeper than that. What person do you know, have their eyes change from black to green then back to black. Hell what person do you know have black eyes?” “I don’t know Jeffery, but there are people with black eyes.” “But you don’t think that’s the least bit strange?” “No Jeffery, but what are you trying to get at?” He sighs, and leans against the counter, rubbing his eyes.
“Nothing, I…just forget it ok sweetie.” He smiles, and kisses her one more time. “So what’s for dinner?” She smiles “Spaghetti” “mmm my favorite. I’ll go get washed up” He walks out of the kitchen and upstairs into their bedroom. Nasya was in her room, which was a couple feet down from her parent’s room. Her father comes down, and stands in the door way “Its time for dinner, lets go get you washed up.” She smiled, and looked up at him “Ok daddy.” He came in and picked her up. They came downstairs, and went into the kitchen. Melinda smiled at the two, as she was cutting up some bread. Without looking she accidentally cut her finger. “Damnit.” “Mommy are you alright?” Nasya said walking towards her. “Yeah just a little cut” “Can I see?” Melinda had a strange look on her face as she heard her daughter asked her that. She shook it off, and smiled. She bent down to where her daughter was and let her see the cut. “Aww mommy you hurt yourself bad, here I’ll kiss it to make it better. Just like you do with my boo boo’s.”
Nasya lifted her mother’s finger, and kissed it. As she did, her eyes changed to a dark green, instead of the usual light green. Then without thinking, she bit into her mother’s finger. “Ow Nasya, you bit me” Nasya let go of her mother’s finger. “I’m sorry mommy, I..I didn’t mean to.” She starts to cry. “It’s ok hunny.” Melinda wrapped her finger, and picked up Nasya, holding her crying daughter. After dinner, Melinda gave Nasya a bath and tucked her into bed. Finally after a long day, Melinda climbed into bed with her husband. “Now do you understand what I mean about her eyes Mel.” Melinda sighs, and nods. “I’ve noticed that whenever she sees blood, she doesn’t squirm like most children would. But her eyes change into that dark green. Like it did tonight.” Her husband said. “Your father gave us one interesting child.” Melinda sighs, “But she is still our daughter, and I love her. Jeffery.” “So do I Mel” they both drift off to sleep. © 2008 ~Angelic~ |
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Added on February 8, 2008 Author~Angelic~NYAboutWell, where to start. I have been given the nickname angel by many people. And because of that, it has stuck with me and I even got a tattoo of it. I do enjoy role playing. It helps bring out the .. more..Writing
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