“Hang in there, honey…”
“You’re a person in your own right. Not just a collection of features…”
“We are working so hard to keep you alive here!”
“Damnit!”
The voices come… and they go back into the mist from which they arose.
I don’t know whose they are.
I only know I’m crashing in the dark.
“It’s been quite a week for you, hasn’t it?” my therapist asks.
“Been quite a lifetime,” I reply. Sarcastic.
How’s this week any different from the rest? I mean… Sure, my aunt died. The only one with any sense. And I lost my cockatoo. But that is just the latest in all the shit that’s always happening.
No one should have to be raised by an aunt and three uncles instead of their mom and dad. You shouldn’t be made to feel so unimportant that your parents don’t stick around for you. That they would rather travel just the two of them than be with you…
No one should be stuck in a shithole town in the middle of nowhere but woods! Where nothing ever happens except bad things. Where your own family abandons you to be raised by three uncles and an aunt. And the aunt dies…
Now it’s just me and my uncles. And my uncles are fucking dumb!
Not stupid. Not unintelligent. Shit, they’re each of them smarter than anyone else in town. But fucking dumb when it comes to raising a kid!
So awkward.
So… I dunno! I’m tired of thinking of my uncles always teaching me stuff I don’t need to know.
Approach vectors. Combustion theory…
Who needs Einstein’s relativity in the backwoods?!
I needed to learn how to climb a tree. How to swim across a lake.
I need to know how to kiss someone. How to kiss the girl of my dreams.
My uncles can’t teach me that.
Nothing useful.
I bet none of them has ever gone skinnydipping in the moonlight. Probably ain’t none of them kissed a girl. Or a guy either.
They’re just nerds.
And turned me into one as well.
Laughed at by everyone in school. Where I already know all the subjects better than the teachers but still have to go.
It’s so, so, so fucking boring! To always know the answers before the questions are asked. But sit there hour after hour with nothing to do but marvel at the stupidity of everyone else.
And watch the sunlight playing on her hair.
Look at the light kiss her lips the way I’d like to do…
I wish I were a boy. Then, at least, I could do such a stupid thing, and blame it on my hormones.
“Boys will be boys,” they always say. Boys get away with an awful lot of dumbassery simply on account of being boys.
But I’m a girl.
A girl who dreams of kissing another girl…
Back home I cook and clean beside my uncles. They quizz me on science all the while. Question after question. I reply. Correct.
My aunt always said just because she’s a woman, it’s not her job to do the cleaning of the house. To their credit, my uncles agree.
She said she won’t cook either. On account of hoping to keep people alive.
But she also said it’s useful for me to know how to cook and clean. That it’s a skill everyone should have, regardless of their gender.
It’s just her that’s so hopeless at learning how to cook here. Better for everyone she doesn’t try.
Though I know she’s a gourmet someplace else. An apartment so small there’s no room for a man inside. In a city somewhere I’ve never been. Where she lived before I came along and became their responsibility. Where she still visits, visited, I dunno… When she was alive. Is she alive now?
Where’s my aunt what happened to her?!
I’m crashing. In the dark.
I come back.
On my way home from school I hear them talk. All these other kids. They talk about going to the caves at night. They dare each other to spend the night there. “Too scared”, “Too chicken!”, “No, you are!”
I almost walk past them unnoticed. But not quite.
I see she’s with them. Forget to keep my face down. To stay hidden under my hood. I look at her, and… She sees me too. Catches my eye and smiles.
My heart skips the next ten beasts, I think. That smile…
“How about you?” she asks me.
Takes me a moment to reply. I have to clear my throat to get some sound out.
That smile…
“What about me?” I ask.
“Would you spend a night at the caves? Would you dare?” Teasing.
I don’t get a word in before someone else taunts “No way! Nerd girl here? No way she’d ever go to the caves! Let alone sleep the night there!”
Everyone laughs. Including her.
My uncles have told me to never go to the caves. They are dangerous. Everyone’s been told so. Even my aunt says… said… Even my aunt says not to go there. Ever. Not even in broad daylight. Could get killed.
Everyone in town knows better than to go to the caves! At least… Everyone should know better.
These kids? They seem to not have sense. To not know better. They’ve been told, I’m certain.
“With you? Sure.” I hear myself say.
What the hell am I saying?! I must not go to the caves! Ever! It’s not safe! I can’t..!
But to spend a night with her… Even if it is only sleeping…
“I’ll go to the caves if you will,” I say. Like it’s a dare, and not a hope.
“Me??” she asks.
“Ooooo!” others start taunting her now. “Will you dare?”, “Come on! You gotta go now. You can’t back up, girl!”, “Nerd girl here wants to go with you to the caves!”
They are laughing, and teasing, and I look at her. Hoping there is challenge in my eyes, and not something else.
She squints a little. Assessing both me and the other kids. Her options.
“We will all go.” she declares. “Everyone who’s not a chicken sleeps in the caves tonight!”
And so it’s settled. Everyone will go. Except the chickens.
I had kind of hoped for just her and me.
I don’t know what exactly I was thinking would happen with the two of us there.
Maybe best it’s everyone. Not just us.
We all agree to meet a little after midnight. To give the grown ups time to fall asleep.
It’s a quiet town. Nothing happens here at night. So… They usually sleep by midnight.
If someone’s parents have insomnia, or something like that, and they can’t get out, we’ll need video proof that we’re not just chickens too scared to go. Show it in the morning to everyone else.
I almost hope my uncles will not sleep. But they all have tablets for their insomnia. For when that happens to whichever of them. They just pop a pill.
I know they will be out by midnight. And then… So will I. But I’ll be out the door and heading for the caves.
Dinner that night is a little bit different from usual. Quizzing as always, but then my aunt sees me look a little strained. Gets worried.
I tell her it’s nothing. Just school. Some kids were mean as usual.
She worries more. I repeat that it’s nothing. I can handle it just fine.
She tells me to talk to my therapist about it. Talk about the bullies, what they do.
I promise her I will.
Later, much later, when the dishes of the last bedtime snack are washed, and everyone in the house should be heading for bed, I hear her argue with my uncles. She says I should be taken out of school. Be homeschooled. Or maybe removed from this town altogether. Taken somewhere else.
I silently cheer her on. I would love to get out of this place. Or at least out of school, if I could.
But my uncles seem to win. They say there’s work to be done right here. No one should leave at all. Not even her. And interactions with humans at school are doing me a world of good. In spite of all the bullying…
Damn my uncles.
I wish my aunt could win!
I want to get out of this place so bad. But no.
Everyone settles down. They brush their teeth and go to sleep.
The house is quiet except for the usual snores from here and there. Most of us sleep with earplugs in to keep from hearing them all the time.
That works in my favor as I sneak out of the house. No one hears a thing.
My home is much further from the school than anyone else’s. It’s closer to the caves.
The moonlight makes it easy to see where I want to go. Sure, there’s shadows in the woods, but when are there not? I find my way.
I’m the first to arrive, and for a while I wonder if that’s it. If no one else will come. But then they do.
Then she does.
Shortly after that, all but two or three kids have made it to the clearing where we said we would meet. One has sent word that their mom is up drinking in the den, and will not be passing out till sunrise. Impossible for them to come.
We move on without the two or three who do not arrive. They’ll be deemed chickens tomorrow. Unlessof course they prove beyond a doubt there was a good reason they couldn’t make it. Probably still teased anyway.
I’m glad I’m not the chicken tomorrow.
I’ve been the chicken before. And paid the price. Back when I couldn’t swim.
I swim just fine now. I taught myself. Just so next time I wouldn’t have to be the chicken who says no.
Anyways, we head towards the caves.
I catch her looking at me every now and then. Smiling a little every time she sees I see her.
I’m not sure what that’s about. If it’s a good thing. Or presages something bad.
My heart skips a beat or a few every time she smiles nonetheless. Be it good or bad.
I just like being near her so, so much… Walking in the darkness of the night,and in the moonlight.
We arrive at the caves. Ominous and black. Looming. Chained. Boarded up. With signs all over the place warning about the danger. “Don’t go in!”
Skulls and shit on the signs.
But the boards are loose some places. The chains can be slipped under.
Someone’s not been doing their job maintaining the obstacles in our way. One should never, ever trust mere warnings and half-assed obstacles to work in keeping people out.
Some will always take those as a dare.
Into the caves we go. Careful not to slip and fall on the sharp, loose rocks beneath our feet.
Our lights reveal such beauty in this place.
There’s green. And there is stone of different kinds that looks so amazing.
There’s tiny openings, where no one fits.
There’s spaces that are huge.
There’s sudden falls where a few of us almost die. But just in the nick, someone always yanks them back. Before they can step in and drop a thousand feet.
Or however deep that actually is. Way beyond the power of our lights, that’s for sure.
And in the caves we go. And deeper in. And you keep smiling. And that is all I see.
And then there’s screaming.
Someone shouts.
Chaos and confusion.
Kids go missing. Ones that were just there. Alive and laughing. Only some seconds ago.
An arm falls from the roof of the cave all bloodied up, and chewed. And you are no longer smiling but scream and crying.
I want to kiss the tears from off your face, but I hear singing. Humming. Song.
“Mama, you came!”
“Mother, you are back!”
“Oh, Ma, we’ve missed you so! It’s cold here, Ma. Please take us home!”
And I cannot.
For now I remember falling.
Crashing through the darkness to this place.
All those millions of lightyears, and all those stars and novas, and this is where we are? What I have become?!
Trapped in the shape of a human teen!
What have they done to me??! What have they done??!!!
And I crash in the darkness. And I’m lost in the mess. My children’s hopes…
The home I need to find them… The help I have to get! The falling and the crashing and the breaking into bits!
My uncles and my aunt! Finding me. (Though not my kids.) Helping me. (Though not my children.) Rebuild me in their image. Keeping me alive. (I need to help my kids!) They made me a teen.
They’ve done their best.
“Hide!” I tell my children once again as I malfunction. On the ground. And in the dark. Cashing once again.
“Where is she?” My aunt, my uncles wonder. Search. Grow frantic.
“There’s other kids missing from the Town as well!”
“Lynn is passed out drunk again. But they talked to her kid, who was home, and she said they were planning to go to the caves!”
There it is. That cause for true alarm.
“No… No, no no..!” says my aunt.
She knows I could find pieces of myself here. Become confused.
They all know I could malfunction.
And no one wants the other kids to know about the ship. To tell the town.
The minute the military swoops in, the secret’s out.
They are the best at what they do, my uncles and my aunt. Their private company. They’ve been studying me for years. Me, and the remains of my ship.
They still think there’s no one else.
I haven’t told them about my kids. I buried that file so deep. I must protect them. Keep them safe.
That is my job. It always has been. The reason why I exist.
Protect the offspring. Take them to a world where they may live.
Not this one.
This one wasn’t meant.
We were supposed to fly past, but then something… Something happened and I crashed.
I have failed to take them to their home.
This world is too risky when they’re small. They need to grow.
I’m crashing in the darkness when they come. My uncles and my aunt once again. They find me. Like before. Almost like before.
There’s sparks of energy going all over my exterior.
“It’s too dangerous! Don’t!” My uncles yell at my aunt, but she won’t listen. She rushes in. Wants too much to save me. Stabilize me again.
The energy hurts her badly. Too, too badly. It does.
She saves me, but she’s burned. And then she dies. Right there beside me on the rocky floor of the caves. Before my uncles’ eyes.
I lose my aunt.
The only one who got me. To some extent.
There’s a glitch in my brain they cannot fix. Not quite. They go around that.
They tell me I had a bird that flew away. Did not come back. A cockatoo.
They tell me my aunt is dead.
But not that she died because of me.
That I’m the one that killed her.
They also do not tell me I was ever at the caves where kids went missing.
I’m no longer in that town. I got my wish.
They took me someplace else.
“It’s been quite a week for you, hasn’t it?” my therapist asks.
“Been quite a lifetime,” I reply. Sarcastic.
How exactly is this week any different from the rest? I mean…
Sure, my aunt died. The only one with any sense. And I lost a cockatoo. But that is just the latest in all the shit that’s always happening.
“But it’s not every week one’s favorite aunt passes away. And almost half one’s classmates go missing too…” My therapist says.
Missing?
Don’t go near the caves.