That night, I lay in bed wanting to cry. I stared at the ceiling with a thousand thoughts rushing through my mind. Memories mixed with anxiety and emptiness surrounding Jimmy’s disappearance screamed in my head. It was in times of despair or tension that I found comfort in my grandmother’s pendant. She’d passed it on to my mother and Mom had passed it to me.
Whenever I needed guidance or comfort, I gripped the pendant. Jimmy got the ring that matched it. They both had a dragon with a sword in a shield, which represented a coat of arms, and below it, there were words in a lost language. I’d asked my mom what it meant once, but all she would say was that it had to do with our heritage.
I held it tightly, as I knew I needed to be strong for Kristy and Laine, but it was tough. Thoughts of Jimmy had been plaguing my sleep since he disappeared. It was like he was trying to tell me something but yet he was pissed off. The dreams were never clear as to why he was angry.
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