There’s no question that the psychic was right about something significant happening to me and my best friend, but I never imagined this.

I grab hold of Josie Lee’s hand, which lies lifeless on the hospital bed.  Her hands are blue-purple in color.  My eyes roam the freezing, unfamiliar ICU room; I’m quivering.  I watch her just lie there, and take notice of her chest rising and falling.  A chill runs down my spine.  I move her blonde hair away from her closed eyes, away from all the tubes.  It’s so freaky.  The only thing that remains of Josie Lee is heavy breathing.  I heard the doctor tell her mom that the machine was doing it for her.  How does that even do that?  And how could this happen?  I fidget and then bite a loose piece of cuticle from my thumb.

Her body took a beating from the car that hit her and took off.  It was at 8:05PM on Sunday, January 28th.  Now, I will never forget that date, and that phone call we got last night from her mom – screaming and crying on the other end.  My body shakes.

The police came in asking Josie Lee’s mom questions.  She left the police report on the side of the hospital bed after they left.  So, I took a little peek.  I read it with one eye open, even though I didn’t want to, but did at the same time.  My parents told me that I was too young to understand.  I guess they think ten-years-old is too young.  But, I understand what’s going on.  But really, I just understand Josie Lee better than anyone.  It’s no one else who understands us – who understands our rare friendship.  So there!  We’re soul-sisters.  We know it.  We knew it when we first met.

I hold Josie Lee’s hand tighter, but no response, and know there will never be one again.  Josie Lee’s eyes remain shut and sunken in, and her skin is as pale as a ghost.  That’s what she is now… just a ghost.  Josie Lee is gone.  Brain-dead.  It’s just a shell of a body that’s left.  The hospital will have to pull the plug soon.

I read in the report that the car that hit her tossed her like fifty feet in the air.  She landed on someone’s driveway.  I hope she doesn’t hurt too bad.  That sounds awful.  I bite my lower lip and feel a couple tears fall down my cheeks.

The car left at first, but then turned around and came back.  The driver said he thought a brick hit his car.  What an idiot!  Was he blind or something?  The police just wrote the guy a speeding ticket.  Other idiots.  Witnesses in the report said that they saw the whole thing take place driving from the other direction.  They went to stop their car and get out.  They saw a young, blonde-haired boy hovering over her at first, like he was helping her, but by the time they got to Josie Lee’s side, the boy was nowhere to be found.  They first thought that the boy had left flowers there because they got this strong smell of gardenias or roses or something around.  Funny.  Because, I’ve been smelling the same thing a lot lately too.

A nurse walks into the room and gives a light tap on the back of my shoulder without saying a word.  I turn around and look down at her; she’s just above my waist in height.  Her golden, wavy hair flows loosely and bounces above her shoulders.  I whiff what smells like freshly-baked cookies.  Mmm…  That’s different.  The nurse’s eyes sparkle blue when she hands me a folded letter.  I notice her fingernails are a light shade of glittery-pink.

I look down at the folded letter and lift the shimmering seal.  It’s some sort of old, out-dated paper.

 From Raiven:

Now that your wish has been made and granted, upon a shooting star ~

There’s an important quest at hand, no need to look too far.

It’s time for you the chosen one to come along ~

And don’t be alarmed, for it won’t be very long.

The hairs on my arms stand up, and a chill rushes up my spine.  I look up from the letter to ask the nurse who this is from, but she’s nowhere to be seen.  The pretty nurse disappears as quickly as she appeared.  What or who is Raiven?  What, “won’t be very long? ”  Strange.  Oh well!  But, that’s not even the strangest thing.  Lately, there’s been too many to explain.  That is a weird coincidence about a wish, though.  I remember it.  But, it’s not important right now.  My best friend is about to die… that’s all that matters to me.  Gosh!  I really can’t stop quivering.  I hug my own body and try and rub friction up and down my arms.  A kid in school taught me how to do that.  Makes you feel heat on your skin.

Suddenly, I feel a cold rush in the room like someone else came in.  The lingering smell of cookies starts to turn more flower-like.  It gets stronger and stronger.  I raise my nose high in the air and breathe in.  There it is again.  The smell is amazing!  Like gardenias.  I know what gardenias smell like because my mother has a gardenia bush growing outside of our house, but also because I’ve smelt it before… a bunch of times.  It seems to be following me around more than usual lately.  But, I’ve smelled it my whole life, almost like it’s always been there.  I’ve been standing in the room for an hour and haven’t smelled it until now.  What the heck?

Did anyone else in the room even notice that nurse hand me a letter?  I cram it in the pocket of my jeans.  Josie Lee’s parents don’t seem to take notice to any of it.  Again, strange.

I watch as Josie Lee’s mom stands on the other end of the bed.  She is crying and rubbing her daughter’s bruised head.  I feel so bad for her losing her only child.  She’s a good person.  A little weird, but you can tell she really loves Josie Lee.  Her rules never really made any sense to me – like Josie Lee couldn’t use an IPAD at the dinner table, yet she could call boys on the phone.  My parents would never!

I look at her and don’t know what else to do, so I give a slight smile.  I feel awkward.  What do I say in a time like this?  My eyes roam around the room again.  This time they land on her father who just sits there in the chair, ankle crossed over his knee, waiting with roaming eyes and a jumpy leg.  What could he possibly be staring at besides his daughter?

I feel sick to my stomach.  I can’t even look at him, so I look up at the ceiling.  Is that splattered blood up there?  Eww!  I tremble.  If Josie Lee wouldn’t have gotten into an argument with her father, she wouldn’t have stormed out of the house last night.  She wouldn’t have been walking in the dark on the side of the street, and the car wouldn’t have hit her.  Josie Lee is always being let down by her father; she never felt like she existed in his world.  I know because she told me that.  And even almost dead, she still wasn’t getting that love and attention.  I could just punch him!  My fist clenches up.

How could he not see that beautiful girl that I see?  I’ll never forget that sunny day I met Josie Lee on the swing at the park in my new backyard.  The smile that lights up a room.  I will always remember it.  And just something about Josie Lee that knew how to make me feel like a better person all the time.  When we first met, she told me how special and beautiful I was.  She befriended me right away without conditions.  Only girl who ever did that.  Every time we hung out, it was like the first time all over again.  She had a way about her that somehow let me know that I was one of the most important people in the world to her.

I felt so alone and scared in a new city, and never thought I’d meet any friends who would like me.  Then all of a sudden… Poof!  There she was… Josie Lee was the coolest girl I ever met, besides the fact that she always had the funkiest nail art, like light purple with black polka-a-dots, or something like that.

And just as my thoughts begin to fade back to the day I met Josie Lee, I see it there… sitting on the end railing of her hospital bed – a small ball of sparkling, glowing, glittery-light.  It gets bigger and bigger, forming into a… a fairy?  It’s not like I’ve ever seen a fairy in person before, but I know what a fairy looks like.  A young blonde-haired fairy boy.  The smell of gardenias is overbearing.  I rub my eyes with both fists to get a better view.  Am I dreaming?


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