There's Something About Her

A boy sat underneath a tree with his knees to his chest. It was dark outside, the full moon his only light source. He was just sitting there, as if expecting something. Or someone.

The boy heard her. It was that sound again, to let him know she was there. It sounded like running creek water and wind-chimes. He stood up immediatley, starting to run towards the soothing noise. He would see her very soon.

Next would come her butterflies. The teal butterflies. Unearthly teal, like ocean water. But, then again, she was unearthly. Too beautiful for this life.

One butterfly appeared, then two more. The boy ran towards them. More swarmed out of the evergreens, eventually, the number reached the hundreds. He smiled at the many winged creatures, who seemed to glow. His hand reached out to try and hold one of them and the butterfly turned to dust. The boy's smile faded.

Then he heard her voice. It was soft and beckoning, just waiting to be heard. She was singing a lullaby. The boy's heart began to race, becoming anxious to find her. He followed her voice to a river.'

She was there, sitting on a rock near the shore. Her fingers lightly caressing the surface of the stream. She looked the same as always, her nearly white hair was draped over her shoulders and her white dress eveloping her tiny figure. She was solid white, including her porcelain colored skin, the only difference being her eyes.

It took her longer than usual to finally notice the boy. She looked up at him and smiled softly, her blue eyes sparkling. They were the same color as her butterflies.

The boy ran towards her, but remained silent. Her smile grew, turning into a grin. She stood up and looked down at the boy. Her pale hand wiping the tears forming in the boy's lesser blue eyes.

"Do not fear, Damien. I am here to protect you..."

Damien shot up from his bed, panting. It was the same dream over and over again.

"Mark..." Damien said looking towards his cousin, who was still asleep.

Mark turned over on his bed to face Damien. "What..?" He asked sitting up.

Damien sighed. "It was her again. The same dream...the angel." Damien laid back down again, staring up at the ceiling.

Mark stared at his cousin, worried. "Have you talked to dad?"

Damien shook his head. "What good would it do?"

"Is she from a movie?"

Again, he shook his head. "Not one that I've seen..."

Mark laid back down after Damien. "You really should tell somebody about this, Damien."

Damien glanced at Mark and sighed once more. "Maybe tommorow...what if she is real?"

"Do you wish she was?" Mark laughed.

Damien thought for a moment, then smiled.

"Yeah. I wish she was."