I don't think anyone of them could realize. I've tried everything, tried to tell all of them, yet.. I just don't know what to do anymore. I suppose this could very well be the last entry I'll be writing. I'll call him. It will be a quick call, huh?










-Abigail Garnet


This young girl dropped the pen she had been holding. It slowly descended from her hand onto the diary she had been keeping for so long. She didn't quite care as it hit the page, leaving thick blacks marks to the white. She had abandoned it, standing already. This girl took a last glance to the window slightly cracked. A cold winter breeze wandered in. She realized a coat was needed if she dare venture outside. Quickly, Abigail grabbed her jacket and scarf. She tucked the warm material around herself, gripping the cell phone held to the pocket.

The dialed number rang for several seconds before a voice received the call.

"Hello?" A man's voice, she knew. Abigail felt a small smile creep to her lips as she opened the door to her apartment. She she trotted past the descending stairs, instead going up.

"Nathan, it's me, Abby." She took every step with great difficulty. The teenager gripped the banister with much strength pulling herself from her floor and up.

"Abby? Why are you calling so late? You're not hammered again, are you? Do you need a ride home?" This boy asked her. Even with his chuckle, a certain sincerity ran through the offer. It was not the first time she had made such a request.

Hearing his voice in such a time caused the girl to lose all the strength she had before. Her hands felt numb as they kept to the phone, even her words cracking.

"No, I uh.. Nat.." She cut herself from anymore speech. There was a small gasp by the man clung to the phone on the other end.

"Abby, are you crying?! Where are you?! I'm coming right now." Noises of Nathan stirring caused only the thick trail of tears to increase on Abigail's face. She clutched her mouth, shaking her head.

"I'm at my apartment, but it's okay. I'm fine, Nat. I just." He was only a short ride away, and this caused the girl even more of a hurry. She was soon continuing with her steps up the apartment building. Abigail sniffed slightly, the sound of an engine on the other line telling her that he was quite serious.

"I just.. I just wanted to thank you, Nat. You're always there for me and I'm never thanking you enough. Even through everything, you've offered me so much.." This quick call could be ended at any time for the girl, yet she clung to the phone like a greedy child. Even a machine could not pry her fingers away from it.

"Abby, what are you talking about?! Whatever it is you're doing, please, just wait for me to get there. Abby, please." She soon lost sound of his pleas as the door she had been climbing towards was now in sight. Just three steps and she would be there. Abby ascended, grabbing the knob. She summoned the strength to push past the whipping winter wind.

"Abby, are you outside?! I'm almost there, please, just go back into your room. I'll be there in a minute!" The breeze was anything but pleasant. It tore into her coat, placing her scarf into the flow. She watched as her brown hair followed the invisible stream as well.

Abigail took a few steps forward, snow crunching with every step. She could feel it through her shoes, every sound magnified. It was not long before she had reached the very edge. Every thought of the last few weeks came rushing as she gazed to the ice-encrusted platform. She managed to push them back, making up her mind. Abby grabbed the ledge carefully, pulling herself with little effort.

Abigail Garnet was now staring on to the city in the distance, every glow of the lights reflecting in her eyes. She took a moment to avert her gaze to the sky, happy that she had done so. The stars twinkled silently in the now calmed snowflakes. They floated down around her, every speck causing yet more coldness. Abigail closed her eyes, taking all of it in.

"Abby, I'm at the apartment building now. I don't see you outside. Where are you?" The voice of this man made her eyes open. She stared down to the ground, suddenly becoming aware of the height. Down, right at the bottom, was a very hurried and out of breath man. He was not older than twenty-five, she knew. This girl did not long to break his heart, yet in the words she would speak next, she knew she would.

"Look up." Such cold and empty words, she knew.

His head slowly panned to the roof, her image dark in the night. Even with such blindness, Abby could see his shock intensify. His eyes pleaded so desperately for her to return as before, but that could never be achieved.

"Abby.. No.." His words came out as a whisper, soon taken by the wind as it picked up. The girl managed to lose her scarf in such a sudden intensification. It flew from her neck as she spread out her wings.

"Like a bird. Right, Nathan?" She issued an equally quiet whisper.

"ABBY! NO, STOP, PLEASE, ABB." This man was wondering just to what hell he had entered as he watched this girl fall forward. She fell so silently and gracefully, every second filled with only her. Only Abigail. All those moments that she had been neglected by her older brother, every single time that he had forgotten to include her, whether it be for games or bar-hopping, all those times were replaced with Abigail. Every single one of them.

"See me fly?"

And in that moment, in that very fast, yet agonizingly slow moment, it was all over. Everything was said and done. This man, this now broken man could not hear any words from the phone that he still held in his hands. That silence rang heavily in his heart. He began his reckless and heartbroken run to the point on the street to which his sister now lie. She did not move a muscle, and that very fact scared him. Nathan still held fast to the phone, squeezing it in an anger and loneliness that could not be summed by the man filled with the most solitude at the time.

That day, he saw his little sister Abigail fly. And she was beautiful.


She had reached out so many times to him, to the family, even her friends. None of them had seen it, though. They couldn't find any loneliness in this beautiful and always smiling girl. Never in Abigail. How could they find it if they had not been looking?

Nathan now realized the things he had neglected to notice. How could he have been so stupid? Honestly, how? The diary, the entries that they found. Had she really been thinking these things? Had his little sister really been this terribly lonely?


Nothing could be done now, however. No matter the regret that filled his heart, no matter the amount of pain he suffered on that night, she could never be talked to again. Abigail could never be fixed.

This man now sat to her chair, staring out the window she had most likely looked out of before exiting her apartment. The city continued with it's daily activities, everyone moving along quickly. No one stopped to stare. No one stopped to cry. Everything continued. Why did that hurt him so much?

A sudden flying object happened to be in the distance. Nathan quickly identified it as a bird. He had almost mistaken it for the snow piled to every roof. The white wings soared towards the cracked window, as if they contained a very set purpose.

Nathan watched as it grew with every flap. Why was it coming to close, he wondered. Would it ram into the glass? At the rate to which it sped, he was almost certain it would.

Yet this bird did no such thing. It lifted itself through the glass, shattering nay a speck. This blue-eyed thing had gone completely through a solid object with nay a scratch or crumb. Nathan's surprise only seemed to grow as it continued it's flight. This bird rammed itself into him as it did with the window. He could feel nothing but the flinch he gave as it worked it's way through him. Nathan closed his eyes in the moment, allowing the thing to disappear.

He opened his eyes, the time of day having changed. Had he fallen asleep? The clock now read a time of nearly six hours in the future. Nathan blinked again, the window gone. Had it all been a dream? Had this man never gone over to the apartment to claim what little things remain to it? Perhaps he had gotten terribly smashed the night before and was still sleeping it off. His head ache did add to that theory.

Nathan glanced to his watch again.

"No.. This isn't... I." The date plastered to the side of the face read a very terrible date. It was the date to which his entire world had collapsed. Even so, the time was behind. Very behind. Nearly an hour, for an hour was such a while away.

What did it all mean? Could this perhaps be..? Nathan kept a very straight face as he lowered his wrist. He closed his eyes, issuing a silent prayer. Perhaps it was of thanks.


I don't think anyone of them could realize. I've tried everything, tried to tell all of them, yet.. I just don't know what to do anymore. I suppose this could very well be the last entry I'll be writing. I'll c


The words this girl had been writing were interrupted by a single noise. The opening of her closet, she identified. Abigail turned from her chair to face the person that had hid away.

Before a single word or look could be taken, she was grabbed. This grab, she soon realized, was nothing of anger or of maliciousness. It was such a soft and gentle embrace. She was a small doll in their eyes.

"Abby, please. I'm here. I don't want you to finish that entry. I don't want you to even walk out of that door. It's Nathan, your big brother." He let the words slip out with a small sob. Her smell, the smell of apples, it was now back. He had so longer to feel her soft hair, the smell of her shampoo again. And now he could.

Abby said no words. She instead rose her hands, grabbing onto Nathan's jacket with a monster of a grip. The girl pulled herself closer to him, revealing her face.

It was laden with tears, every droplet streaming down her rosy cheeks. She sniffed, smiling.

"Alright.. I-I won't." Her light smile through her tears welled emotions of thankfulness at Nathan's miracle. He had never felt so indebted to the spirit, the wonderful thing that had saved his sister. That had saved himself. She was irreplaceable. Truly, this life that he held in his hands could never be created just the same.

And on that day, this small man was rebuilt. In the time his sister had not flown, had not become a bird, he was grateful.

And do you know what? She was even more beautiful on that day.